Monday, 15 September 2014

It's All For A Good Cause.



As the meaningless lines swirled back and forth, I tried to visualise the carnage and destruction. A thousand years of bloodshed as the means to an end that is...dizzy and nauseous, I had to lie down. I woke to find I'm a (terrible) poet. I wish I didn't know it. 


Vassal screams, sovereign schemes,
Palace intrigues plot twists,
All the children kept simple and stupid,
By their patron's standardized K.I.S.S. 

"Please mind the gap!"



"Patrons want to help us!" 
Help throw us under a bus.



Religious AIDS went viral (Yahweh's toxic biopolitics),
Christian cannibals have a Book of mischievous tricks,"It's Good?" 
Shrewd fools who aren't fooled just get fooled by this,
The oldest trick in the Book is the trick every fool missed:


If someone gives you their con for you to get rich,
You are the mark, you stupid son-of-a-bitch.

But bitches are not born, they need shame to turn trix. 

Be strong and be patient, 
Don't be hasty, you twit,
You get what you deserve, 
So be selective, be strict.

You're God's Gift to men,
So start acting like it. "Really?" 
The Bible could not be more clear about this. 




Wives and mothers can't compete with girls' merit,
Is the shame in sex or in the shrewd selling of it?

Do men have to be insulted by Toddler whores who protest,
They're not that kind of girl, 
You can't use them for sex.



What on Earth can you use the liars for?
Only Hell has use for slaves, warriors, whores.


Religious variant is irrelevant, when god happens children eat shit, 
You couldn't win Pascal's wager if your (after)life depended on it, 
Every toddler is destroyed by the lies and violence of vermin,
My Wager: There'll be hell to pay for this War against Children.

Life is a precious Gift, so cherish it. "Think positive!"
So precious, they barricade the exits. "It's for the best!"
"For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely,
The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay,
The insolence of Office, and the Spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make..."
- Shakespeare

The extent of your Self-betrayal is just ridiculous,
What kind of sick Japanese game show is this?



Where nothing can matter but everyone is stressed,
Where oppressors complain about being oppressed,
Where heroes are rewarded by laudits expressed,
Where wise men doubt but every idiot Knows Best.

Where imagined insults results in violent bloodshed,

Where your solemn oaths bind you until you renege,
Where petty disputes are resolved by death threats,
Where violence is "normal" and sex is suppressed.


Where the naked truth generates violent arrests,
Where only safe meds are controlled by the Feds,
Where laws protect lies with truth held in contempt,
Where traitors run nations and all patriots have fled.

Where values and mores all revolve around sex,
Where media villains on one day are heroes the next,
Where genocide is pardoned by presidents-elect,
Where traitorous treason wins democratic success.

Where the law isn't law, the law says when it's bent,

Where Might has the Right to kill and silence dissent,
Where fear of competition triggers our competitive best,
Where care is only taken to appear carefree, careless.


Have you noticed:
* How God assists butchers,

But He forsakes all the rest?
* How boys die in wars, 
But they're protected from breasts?

History repeats itself,
I can tell you what's next, 
On the horizon there's horror,
Like nothing we've seen in History yet.

It's all for a good cause, 
So pause and reflect:

You exist to pay for her sex.