They’re out there.
The criminals in the shadows. The shadow government. The puppet people. They live, they’re real, they come to haunt your day. Your night. Your life. Not just illusion, delusion, hallucination. They are the one’s causing that emotional sensation. That frequency. That vibration. Mind-controlled masses in a panic as if it was really all that tragic. Informational cloned DNA data, Everywhere I go I’m a persona non grata. A ticking time bomb. A smeared public image, A stigmatization, An awakening. A realization. Throw him to the floor! Lock him up! Chain him! Don’t matter the numbness, Just change him! Rehabilitate to that Christian state. Must be a terrorist, rebel, insurgent, or some sort. Sorties’ll sort em out, sort of. Come forth! I demand to see your face from the shadows! Out go, All emotion . . . Life is but a dust storm lost in the ocean. It must be extinguished. Too dangerous for the people. Too dangerous to be treated like an equal. Stomp em, chomp em. Lock em up and dock them. Mark em as DANGER! |
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If I should die and leave a awhile be not like others, sore undone, who keep long vigil by the silent dust and weep. For my sake, turn again to life and smile Nerving the heart and trembling hand To comfort other souls than thine. complete these dear unfinished tasks And I, Perchance may therein comfort you. I wonder As I watch the moon Bump noses with a star-- Are you watching too, Or is it dark and rainy Where you are? And when I turn the radio dial And hear Some song that’s new-- I wonder if, off where you are You might be listening too! Do you daydream as I daydream And miss me, too My dear?-- And when I’m wishing you were there, Do you wish that you were here? Your letters help a little bit Each page is full of charms But darling—They’re not quite enough For letters don’t have arms. D o w n the path in the cool dark Depths to the bottomless pi . . . . . t Weaving between spectral illuminations Of Pinnacles and downward thrusting Shapes created by eons of chemical Laden tears from the gods dripping, Dripping, , , dripping building up and down Creating a fairyland in Gaia's bowels Only seen by those Who are not in fear Of encountering the devil on their walk Edwin Star asked us all what is it good for as he ruminated about the war his answer was a cry much like the raven's nevermore as he wailed with his guitar that war Is good for absolutely Nothing. but now I know that is not true for sixty percent of a budget appropriated to military needs and wants belies the truth behind What Edwin said. For War is what makes the world go round supplying jobs and testosterone checks so our nationhood can be massaged. while we beat our chests, call The Other names, bemoan their lack of humanity, So we can blow them away. |
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