HIGH INQUISITOR N

Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition, much less when you're 11000 km, two continents, and two oceans away from Spain and yet here we are.

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All These Squares

This poem isn't supposed to make sense

It's all rhythm and rhyme and little else

So if you're hoping for something deep

I suggest you start looking somewhere else

These squares make a circle how does that work

Well it's a paradox, ya little jerk

Edges are cornered four right angles

Not trimmed and blunted to make this marvel

If you're still here looking for a meaning

Be disappointed cause it means nothing

It's on you since I warned you from the start

This poem means nothing, no not one part

All these squares make a god-damned circle

How's that even fucking possible

By all accounts it doesn't make sense

Just like this poem's very existence

Why did I even spend time writing this

And why the fuck are you even reading it

I've told you it's nonsense over again

Just a waste of time for you and me and them

Cause no square should ever make a circle

It's just literally impossible

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"What's considered a holy weapon?"

"Anything that has been dipped in Holy water?"

"What if I smack someone with a bible?"

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Water ruins books though...

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I was spared thanks to your charity,

I tried to reach you but this is reality,

Yet it was your light that guided me back to sanity,

So I pray, my everdistant star, that you don't desert me.

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The March Hare's Mad March

Tic-tock, the sound of a marching clock

Tic-tock, another second off the block

Tic-tock, and the clock struck one

Tic-tock, and the sound is gone

Punctual is the March Hare's virtue

A second's difference will never do

Always on time for work or a tea-party

Never a second late or a second early

And so goes the March Hare's daily routine

With work at one and tea at eleventeen

Rest at five and dinner at seven

And then to the... wait, what time is it again?

'Ah, fuck!' The March Hare thought as he realized

That his beloved watch just demechanicized

And his highly detailed color-coded schedule

Is now worthless - worth less than a bad jewel

Now should he be at the hatter or the Queen?

Or maybe the burrow? Perhaps the latrine?

Maybe he should be somewhere - somewhen - in between?

Or nowhere at all, but what does that even mean?

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Walking Down the Aisle

Our time together had been brief,

We fooled around, raised some mischief.

But as the people who gathered,

Watched us as we walked together.

I felt a certain sense of bliss.

Doubt, and joy... and something amiss.

The two of us has come so far,

Together even through dark hours.

The smiles and tears we laughed and cried,

And the secrets we swore to hide,

Left me wonderful memories,

And drove me to insanity.

For what I tried to keep inside,

Fought to escape with all its might.

Still, I'd never trade all our time,

For a single or a million dime.

Now that we walk down the aisle,

To the gallows for acts so vile.