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In his hand is a smoking rose, as the sorcerer is in flagrante delicto,
in his own image the beast has made an army of self, with one mind.
These did not come, through the matrix of a woman but were hatched,
from counterfeit tubes. Dark images, after his kind, witch grafted.
The clones will kill those, that disobey him and even worse, if they do.
What a vicious viperous brood, entering this world stillborn,
without a God-given soul and only here to kill and control.
The destroyer, with crimson legions of bestial clones, marking his throne,
making you believe, that science fiction is really a honed science.
It will be like some Atlantean phoenix, rising from the ashes of war.
A golden purple metropolis of soulless human clones possessed,
by ruthless fallen ones. The spirits of these, Antichrists have already, through science fiction. Demonically indoctrinate a generation to believe,
that they are ancient aliens, which once seeded the earth and
for man to be complete, they must receive alien DNA.
The serpent seeds have already been laid, from the town of Bedrock,
to Gattaca and to it's empirical foundation, so called science.
Deceiving, through a host of in-between's, nether never land's and
by countless other Silent hills, within his imagination.
As the beast calls down, the fire rose from the airy heavens,
in the sight of the blind seer. A death star has become complete,
with deadly accuracy. While the sleeping world, becomes an Image Nation.
Sadistic Satan tortures his own, for five months,
because they have received the marker.
They can no longer die nor be redeemed,
by the living God but by then they will know,
it is too late, within an eternal fiery prison
Trains run alight terminate on time like clockwork
never ending endless procession of precision conductors
the conducted walk down the line warped tracks of
cynically divided isles dead ends of ‘labour making free’
Evil strips uniformed confluence stripes and leather
Coated terrified collection production of space soap
horror lampshades shearing shorn haired tattoos the
undivided divide of power abomination horrid abnormal
‘normality’ represses guilt projected trans-re-and aggression
Evil does other in the guise of completed concentration
Concerted action blisters scorches screams cacophonies
children on father’s lap blue eyed dancing and laughing
kisses of love adoration cuddly dolls miniature life’s train
sets model schema roles toys games memories distraction
Evil giggles corporates shapes what past and future holds
Mothers craft homes happy families embrace posterity apple
pies devotion roast cinnamon cranberry turkeys tarts in ovens
pious allegiance compassion progress contrast splitting off piano
forte harmonious singing rejoicing at mantelpiece and altar
Evil mocks smouldering torches paradise’s apple deprivation
Juvenile followers of fashion compose indoctrinate compost
hail philosophy’s trampled ideology void of virtue meaning
distorted communion bread wine blind vision blind-sight vortex
trailing inscribing engraving present history timeless repetition
Evil tracks moribund humanity dignity degeneration and disgust
Unless we reflect examine investigate inside and around
us the smokescreens stacked ember ashes individual ‘Self’
universal pursuit of righteousness flames of denial denigrating
potential illuminate conscience honesty fallibilities blue prints
for darkness and unless we act and fight stand up and even then
Ubiquitous evil at this very moment will cast its seeds and shadows
will unbalanced fires raise their ugly head and minds and shoulders gas
and bullets terror grenades rockets mines warfare starving emaciation
lest we forget the prototypes the moulds automated conveyor belts evil
we can not abdicate responsibility for blatant murder of the human race
Auschwitz is everywhere and there is no hierarchy of evil
July 1st Independence Day (Canada)
Tears after Fears….By Kones Kipkoech
The church, the police station,
The mall, the school, the airport,
The bus stop, the market,
Even the State House
Everyone lives in fears,
Which soon turns to tears.
Why murder ?
Is it religion ?
Is it region ?
Is it the skin colour?
Riches or poverty ?
Why spill innocent blood ?
Why does your eyes blink in joy in the sight of spilt blood ?
Why does your nose heave with joy at the smell of the blood ?
Why does your finger rests on the trigger?
Ready to execute an ‘Holy command?’
We live in trepidation,
You instill fear by your blood beckoning threats,
Chickenhearted, you render us,
At dawn, you threaten to blow off the roof of this temple,
At noon, you threaten to steal the sacred wind at that mall,
Twilight comes, we shed tears for the blood you spilt at the bus stop…
And leave us wondering ; who’s next ?
Tutu! Tututu! Tutu! Tutuu!
A white fatty flesh flying in the air ?
Oh! No! The brains of my fellow compatriots,
You have blown them off,
As the whirl wind does the chaff,
And fled, and claim you execute a Holy retaliatory act?
Terror, tension tears and trauma;
Dismay, disquiet, disheartenment and dread;
Shock, strain and stress,
Are painful piercing words you have taught us to live with.
Is murder a Holy Act?
Why ruin the vibrant youths?
Why indoctrinate our youths?
Kill to defend a ‘religion’?
Kill to defend a ‘region’ ?
Kill for American currency?
Kill for a ticket to heaven?
I reckon it’s hell though.
A religion that murders is not a religion,
God is love,
Love for humanity is the right religion,
You and I are images of God,
Your religion is right,
If it promotes love for all humanity
My religion is right,
If it teaches love for all,
From West to East
From North to South…Love
You have a right,
I too have a right
For you and for me,
God is one !
Shall our tears forever flow ?
Shall fear forever cripple us ?
Let’s restore the glory of our land,
Tranquility is what we need in our land,
Let’s bury the hatchets,
Let’s come to the table,
We are one blood, one nation and one people,
Thus;Let’s embrace; love ,peace and harmony !
...The blame lies most on the teachers,
all hell-bound to indoctrinate,
openly praising socialism,
don’t even bother hiding their hate!
They preach of using the system
to bring about their 'better world,'
then fill our kids with mindless crap,
theories that make good people hurl.
And for those in doubt about this,
think back to summer, 2020,
the riots that killed three-dozen,
burned down and hollowed our cities,
look back at the arrest records,
how many were ‘educators,’
it’s a frightfully large number,
and it leaves me rather disturbed.
These are the people teaching kids,
the same who hate their people in full,
No wonders our kids are ruined,
uncurious, brainwashed, and dull.
All protected by big unions,
laws that keep them from being sacked,
and protecting countless pedos
who in just worlds would get the rack.
They don’t talk about that secret,
molesters sent to ‘rubber rooms,’
people who should be fired and jailed,
protected from meeting their doom.
The amount of this stuff in schools,
the predators with designs dark
makes the sh-t with the Catholic church
look like a nice walk in the park.
If Covid has proved anything
it has made clear to countless folk
that their kids don’t need public schools,
much of what they teach is a joke.
Better to homeschool your children,
far greater results for their mind,
taught by people who value them,
flexibility for their time.
The statistics are evident,
the morality much improved,
better people, better thinkers,
less angry teens, violent and lewd.
If it means one parent can’t work
that’s a sacrifice you should make,
our greatest task in this lifetime
is to raise up a person that’s great.
And if you still cannot do this,
find private schools or religious,
free of the woke teacher’s unions,
they are still not a total loss.
You brought a life into this world,
there’s no future without good men,
don’t send you kids to public schools,
you’ll only be ruining them.
While my pen is free, I will write!
I will transpire words of truth on paper white with
Pen dipped from heart's crimson flow.
And what shall I write?
"Roses are red, violets are blue"?
My youthful "love" poetry is now far spent!
Maturity has now taken over.
What then shall I write?
What of social injustice:
Yesterday's "-ites" cloaked in today's "-isms"?
Shall I write of poverty and shame,
Oppression and tyranny's rule,
Enslavement, imprisonment, and
Murder en masse?
History is once again repeating itself!
Evil rulers and justices: "Tyrants" all,
Are sitting high and lofty,
Calling evil "good" and good "evil",
Demoralizing, demonizing,
Passing laws and rulings
Contrary to the Laws of G-D,
Vilifying and slaughtering en masse
Christians and Jews,
Babies, the elderly, and the handicapped
Throughout the world,
And without a public outcry.
And all those who stand in the way of their "agenda",
Political dissidents from all walks of life,
Are either silenced or removed.
"A 'One World' Order!" They say.
In their supremacy, they desire
To brainwash and indoctrinate the "leftovers",
Like refuse discarded.
Shall I remain silent when I, in the past,
Wondered how the Holocaust was allowed
By countless many who hid in silence
For fear of reprisal?
No! I shall mercilessly speak out
Against all inhumanity metered out
By evil tyrants' blows!
Go far from me if you seek half truths!
Go far from me if you desire
To hear words that tickle the ears!
For you shall find no such words written
Within the pages of my heart.
I shall not lull you to sleep
With comforting words!
What choice do you have?
What choice do I have?
The sinister walls of delusion
Have to be destroyed!
While my pen is free, I will write
And I will speak!
For I have found a voice
That has finally found its platform.
Form:
To the downtrodden, the marginalized, and worn,
Is this the fate that's yours to mourn?
The bourgeoisie, a cabal of power and might,
Gather to crush the poor, and snuff out their light.
The poor, in turn, unwittingly join the fray,
Oppressing themselves, in a vicious cycle of disarray.
Since time immemorial, I've witnessed this sad refrain,
Rarely seeing the rich and poor unite in love's sweet refrain.
For the wealthy fear that if the poor rise to power,
Their loyalty will wane, and their grip on them will cower.
So they indoctrinate, with subtle, deceitful guile,
Enslaving minds, and keeping the poor in servile trial.
By night, the rich and powerful conspire and plot,
While by day, they wear masks of deceit, and hearts that are not.
How many meetings do the poor convene to break their chains?
Will they forever remain silent, and endure the pains?
The upper class imposes taxes, a burden to bear,
While they themselves pay less, and live without a care.
But I ask you, dear oppressed, how long will you remain mute?
Will you not rise up, and demand your rights, and your freedom to compute?
No one is indispensable, your voice matters, don't you see?
Break free from the shackles of oppression, and be the change you seek to be.
Speak out, rise up, and shatter the chains that bind,
For your freedom, your future, and your dignity, are worth the fight to find.
Propaganda.
A weapon. A tool.
Used to indoctrinate the minds of ignorant fools
Abused by those who thrive off others misfortune
An enemy to those who are innocent
A friend to those with cruel intentions
Worldwide communications, spreads messages quickly
A large system to control everything -
Public perception
A way to turn heads, a misdirection
To the real problem of those elected -
Those that are oppressors
Using the method of strategic indoctrination
Propaganda that spreads across the nations
Privilege blinds the ignorant
Their lack of empathy makes them complicit
Propaganda preys on the ego of those unaffected by the lies it spreads
Silence becomes their offence
It's easy to escape accountability,
When you have the masses eating out of its hands
Spewing hate to infiltrate the minds of idiocy
Used as weapons then,
To discriminate against those with black skin
Simple words contorted -
Twisted, manipulated to become what they are not used as -
Racist rhetoric
Media a system of mind control
Built off of the nature of human greed
Of humans strive to power
And accessibility to it
People crave power and will betray black for it
Power is owned by the white man -
They weaponise it for a master plan
To segregate black and non black,
To instill hate
And to create a system we can't escape
If the answer is to the question
So what did you do today
Is
I stole sweets off kid's
Pulled the wing's off butterflies
Kicked a walking stick away
from under a pensioner
& best of all
Tried to sabotage a poetry contest
Trolled and wrote some spiteful
hurtful comments online
Is it any wonder or surprise then
That you haven't actually got any
real friend's
And maybe the reason why you
do what you do and try make
enemies out of other's
Because if they didn't reply
to your taunts
You might just then turn your pen
back upon yourself
Only to find those who would
have tried help you burnt
No longer care enough anymore
to try and pick you up
Because you see a butterfly
can not fly without wing's
And so to there is only so much
flax those only trying to help
can put up with
Before they eventually give up
as well
Admitting defeat and thinking
what's the point anyway
If all i am trying to do is good
is causing me more heartache
and harm
No contest enjoy your win
With only your dark webb
weaved coat for heat and
company
Whilst you troll from your
rusty old tin roof hoping
it won't cave in
Under the weight of spite and
hate you spew
Wishing to indoctrinate and
hope other's will follow or
fall
And find there inner troll
SUMMER SCHOOL ICUMIN IN
Summer schools are cumen in
Our annual rendezvous
We’ll make the best
Of a borrowed nest
Just like the wild cuckoo
Sing “cuckoo!”
Summer teachers cumen in
Jobs for me and you
With a predicate
To indoctrinate
Good English - and how to queue **
Sing - “I’m in front of you!”
Summer students cumen in
Hear their cases rumbling through
From far and near
With purpose clear
A good time, maybe learn a bit too
Sing - “We’ll win the World Cup not you!”
Summer DOS is cumen in *
She knows just what is due
Plan a zigzag scheme
That’ll work like a dream
Well - for a day or two
Sing - “Send more teachers, do!”
Summer leaders are cumen in
To find things for kids to do
Take them on fun trips
With just minor slips
Only losing one or two
Sing - “Where the hell are you?”
Summer Group leaders cumen in
With students many or few
Barry schmoozing so bland
They’ll eat out of his hand
Just like furry pussy cats do
Sing - purr mew
When summer school has come and gone
We’ll take a breath or two
Feel a little sad
Think - “It wasn’t so bad”
Maybe next year, we’ll know what to do
Sing - “I need a drink, don’t you?”
• DOS - Director of Studies
** For Americans: ‘queue’ means form an orderly line; a a difficult concept for some nationalities.
Indoctrinate me if you dare.
Take my brain, all of my ideas, and stomp them to bits, prove they are wrong.
Take your time, and bash them about, mercilessly and in an angry way.
Coax me out of my comfort zone, shake me away from my theories and suspicions.
Tell me what to think, what to believe, encourage me to study one agenda, a contradictory way.
Convince me that your truth should be mine, that it is more powerful, and true than my own self-worth.
Drag me kicking and clawing from my hiding place, from the safety of my own inner knowledge.
Beat myself out of me if you have to, terrify me with your mad idea of sameness, and disbeliefs.
Pour propaganda over my head, put subliminal clips into my I-pads, take over my brain, if you dare.
Make me into the masses that worship you, make me a fervent follower, no longer believing in self,
But in a greater good – your good, your truth, your ways, your majesty.
Convince me of the rightfulness of your misogynist theories, help me block out the truth of myself.
Show me a truth I never gleaned before, when I was sane, before you began to brainwash me.
Mash my dendrites into a reluctant bloody submission.
Come and get me.
I wait for you, eagerly plotting my counter attack.
Cluck. Cluck. Cluck.
I am not kidding.
Come and get me if you dare.