There's a story to be told,
That even Hollywood shared in part.
Showing entertainment by its fiction,
Could drown the mind and fill the heart.
Historically, great showmen of the day,
Would sculpt their molds with fantasy.
With enough breath of reality present,
To confuse and convince them of heresy.
Sadly, this playbook has a lengthy heritage,
As dark, cultish chapters spread throughout the land.
Where a sprinkling of legitimacy provides shelter,
While the balance follows the judicially planned.
Our most recent display of this power,
That left the majority harmless and weak,
Reinforced how wealth interacted,
Against poverty that wishes to speak.
So with steady messaging sowing a seed,
Where now great doubt was not remote.
The drumbeat of infinite freedom was heard,
As they sought a selective vote.
Through it all, the struggles continued,
From the pulpits to our highest courts.
As the powerful seek political refuge,
Behind the dollars that offer supports.
(Patterned off the famous folk song 'Men of Harlech,' which is in the public domain.)
Men of freedom hear them wailing,
from the truth they’re always quailing,
scared of work or real travailing,
not like free-born men.
Men of freedom stop their screaming,
and their socialistic dreaming,
give them all a much-earned reaming,
all those wokish men.
Slavish souls disgusting,
cultish minds untrusting,
silencing all who dare speak true,
because inside they’re nothing.
Men of freedom don’t surrender,
these fools are brainless pretenders,
cannot tell a him from a her,
not like free-born men.
Men of freedom must hold steady,
keep your A.R.s clean and ready,
when time comes make your aim deadly,
fight like free-born men.
Take your boot and on them impress,
recall sic semper tyrannus,
tyrant scum will all be banished
faced with free-born men.
The ‘elites’ insulting,
they’re pedos revolting!
Living in an endless fear
of free-born men assaulting!
Men of freedom give no quarter
to those who would give us horror,
save your land for sons and daughters,
fight on free-born men.
Cultish leanings..
There is attachment to
The mysteries of life
Embodied..seemingly in
A pedestaled attraction..
Add beliefs of import and
Shadowed conspiracies..
A religion start-up..?
All dismantled by inquiry
Into the Self we are...
And I for one would like to sleep
but I cannot, because I weep
for lives and dreams and nations lost
We never thought to count the cost
So many are the pirouettes
of running, flailing silhouettes
as flames behind them flicker high
to set aglow the night time sky
Becoming so habitual
this savage urban ritual
of settling some phantom score
by pillaging a local store
is just a New World Order nod
like summoning some pagan god
These worshipers show ignorance
while sacrificing common sense
And mass hysteria abounds
while cultish television clowns
erroneous, declarative,
perpetuate their narrative
That theirs is right and yours is wrong
so you had better come along
and join the other little sheep
Oh how I wish that I could sleep!
Alas my mind shall never rest
My soul, this world does daily test
Let my last option be my first
In God's sure hand I'll be not cursed
My money doesn't mean a thing
Possessions make not my heart sing
But steadiness in spirit form
shall guide me safely through the storm
And though the world be set ablaze
as we come to the end of days
I pray that you and I shall be
together in eternity
© Mike Wise
5-30-20
To be God for a day
Wow – what an honor it would be
Changing the course nature
By creating love and harmony
Cast miracles
Excluding all natural disasters in life
I’d heal chronic diseases
Diminish violence - by helping us think nice
Perhaps I’d start with religions
The true devil in disguise
I’d bring us all together
By ending all ancient cultish tribes
Humanity –
My word would be the scientific proof
I’d imbue a helping hand
So reciprocity wouldn’t have an agenda – it would be the golden truth
The pious – the self-righteous
I’ll forgive all them all just the same
They worshiped the Gods of their fathers
Creating most of the worlds pain
My son
I’d send him to the world to give good advice
He’d spread peace, love, and joy
Without paying a sacrificial price
Me?
No collections, statues, or churches with gold pews
I’d do my job
Then my job would be through
Oh what an honor
To be God for a day
Bringing all of humanity together
Now it’s a beautiful day
Every action Azalia takes out-weights the gravity of god
Fostering the symmetry of worlds, how it must be
A vision of an impenetrable force
Cultish prayer to the true Omni
Covering heaven and hell in vast darkness
Wilding a composer that can’t be shrouded
Hear the chants that abstract the odium
We follow are true lord
Enough with these false gods
Azalia, neither born of the darkness and light
Just like us
Bringing forth a new breed of power
Ravish the weak, with your incomparable strength
Sprout your ways and bring us to the truth
Absorbing the deadly rays of glory
Slay these vultures of a dying dogma
Let your infliction strike
Retrieving pride of Nirvana
The corporation offers logo wear
Dazzling subsidized cafes
State of the art fitness centers
They bring the dentist, dry cleaners
And hair stylist to you
No need to leave our campus
Ever! Never! Never!
You won’t be able to resist
“Resistance is futile” sayeth the Borg
But do strive to maintain
A healthy work/life balance!
Productivity depends on it!
We are a big happy family!
With a bottom line
You won’t see it coming
You won’t know it’s happening
A slow chronic progression to blindness
Like whiskey, the collective seduces you
Along the way you will be anointed
With undeniable proof of your value:
Bonuses and stock options land in your lap
Awards and AmEx gift cards appear on your desk
Until you can no longer abjure
‘Tis best to surrender and demur
You have incorporated into the corporation
Your cultish obedience has turned
To Stockholm Syndrome
There, there now...Reeeeeeeeeeelllaaaaaaaaaaxxxxxxxx
Don’t struggle! Do abide!
There, there now...doesn’t that feel better?
The sizzling legs wait for
an infinitesimal pause
to learn on approaching zero.
I am not cultish:
the egg has walked out
on a dwarf mother.
The dead horse was rising
after eating dirt. Naked
flame will decide for –
the rights of a man in a
hot night. Deferred a perfect
landing on cherries. The
colors were fighting
for the supremacy of
twisted necks.
Satish Verma
why so harshly seek compliance
when the formula is wrong?
all you'll get is my defiance
no dancing to your song.
Freewill has no chance
in your rigid, tiny mind.
some strange and cultish trance
is all you'll ever find.
so thanks for the suggestions
but I'll remain aloof.
when you cannot answer questions
that simply beg the truth.
jn
Master your own destiny
Don't believe anything or anyone
No exceptions.
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