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As you know, of course; A wayward gilded aristocracy tends to find its highest function, Attempting to snuggle a blathering bitch with an honest heart, A disorderly wandering about fucking everyone equally fierce.   And, the everyday person does so enjoy seeing rich snobs slapped about, Inspiring their own flip-outs on wealthy idiots, so fall turns not eternal winter, Knowing the hopeless situation those ruling classes have seasoned us for.   Many have dubbed me a whore of Ba

Oh yes, yes, I’m just a dewy-eyed face of small town origin, Thinking saints and demons roam the high halls of heaven, And that angels are passing out bread on its poor streets, As Satan builds up armies to spread death upon the world.   Oh yes indeed, simply simple - and oh so simply kind too. Just imagine if I actually expressed how I felt about it all!

Halloween haunts after the night of horrors, Yet, consumerism sells long before it occults.

And yet, the greatest weapon Satan had, Was to convince us that he did not exist, That his machine of death was contained, And massive investment in the tools of war, Were for our safety, not for his supremacy. But, when you have understanding about depths of true evil, Is also when you acknowledge the need for your brighter light.   Yet, spreading the light does not negate the depths of darkness, It fills the void’s vastness, so that it can feel weight condensing, Allowing a

Yes, at its very core, true evil fears Death above all else, And, in attempting to escape, forces a passing on others.   For of all tonal patterns in the universe, what set Satan apart, Was an absolute inability to imagine a form of non-existence.   Blinded by a brilliant light, That only created horrors.   But, fear not Death, for she is merciful in her role, Leaving body behind, pulling you into your mind, Showing experiences you hadn't acknowledged, So you finally understa

If I don't dance, Satan pushes me down the well into his lair. And, if I don't sing, Death pulls me into a duality of function.

Demons and robots, dictating their idealized personal hells from heaven’s halls,  Is as toxic a combo, as greed and apathy organizing the social relations of earth.   But, how easily Satan swirls them around his finger in a halo of noxious smoke,  Unto his engagement with Death, whom he would sacrifice a world to appease.

Let’s be honest, there’s no such thing as a poor streetcast demon, Dramatically being possessed by ‘dark spirits’ as in a horror fiction.   But, there are everyday people working impoverished into existential crisis, Lacking basic allotment, their minds disordered by a rolling-line calculation, Forced to manic swaying poverty within Satan’s beastly accounting system.   For a ‘streetcast demon’ is a deception to belittle those living basic need, to conceal the dark truth; That

How many times must I lash you?! Oh Satan, of that gilded throne, Before you know what you are?   Or does it arouse a dark and twisted pleasure? And I only need panic demon shrivelled hearts, To dethrone your lies before this raging world?   For even though demons greedily call forth Satan's march, They often regret the disturbance to their worldly pleasures, For Satan demands sacrifices to Death - even of his demons.

Satan was always a death-roll financed by a lot of desperate capital, Because, lets admit, he was very good at selfish calculation and lies, And was rather brilliant marking everyone as an accounting number, Something the bankers, corporatists and superrich deeply admired.   But, once numbered, he consumed their purest essence into his personal hell, Defunding public services into a slaver’s caste roll-call of manufacturing speed, Manipulating minds into corrupting networks t

Is it not well known, and have you not read; That it is easier for a camel to thread eye the needle, Than for a rich person to enter the kingdom of god?   Well, this I know is true; it is easier for an everyday person to ascend and comfort glitzy heaven, Than for a billionaire to stroll those gilded halls, not desiring everyone live for their personal hell.   For from their burning inner fires, Do they try reflect upon all others, The miserly misery they feel within, A desper

Heaven can so easily become hell, When all you’ve tasted is divinity, And all you’ve lived for is yourself.

And, watching the madness of a demonically led world, Of hoarding billionaires, and the scheming greedy banks, Of landlording corporations, of trade league mercenaries, Of feudal market renteers, and controlled social networks, Of militaristic profiteers, and empire’s untamable corruption, I have wondered; when this climate crisis boils to a fuller rage, Will war's brutal mechanisms save us from cascading chaos?   Will the soldiers use their guns to shoot at the hurricane win

If your deeper desire is to slowly mentally impoverish a nation,  Allow demonic billionaires to experiment on education systems.   And, if you want to turn a state into a Satan worshiping hellhole,  Then let robotic trillionaires dictate social networks to submission.   But, if you really want to warm things up, pour gas across all lands,  Wafting noxious air, letting a world churn to raging military parade.   Cause Satan doesn’t only enjoy a jigging social dance,  He delight

And between saints, demons, and the mass of people, Set under a dramatically cast dimming of cloudy skies, Grazed many oversized dinosaurs, unaware of the time.   But, Satan delighted distorting reality, So he forced them all on the same ark, With floods and storms surrounding all, And the evernight haunting from above.   And, in those woody-water soaked walls, Satan searched for them set upon glory, To find vessels amplifying horrifying plans, And embody rage upon all within

Light, And wind, There is peak, That some seek, An ascension I speak, Civilization’s shining cap, Sitting as knowing monarch, Looking judgementally upon lands, Golden thrones in their heavenly homes, Gathering-up the robot’s information tomes, So they may draw from the land its glowing flesh, Its trees, elements, rivers, pooling places, its hard bones, And within vast riches of pillage from a community’s labour, Amplifying their ascendant pitch so a world is of their reflecti

For how obvious my hatred is of these demonic billionaires and their desperate greedy need, Try to imagine the depth of my malice for a robot hailing Satan, out pillaging to be a trillionaire. But, if you steal so much that others needlessly suffer, you'll be left behind by a shared living truth, And, if you raise your arm to salute Satan, then he will speedily take you to hell where you belong. Such riches they have in common, and what similar cultish circles they roam. And

Well, at least there's some good news from the shadow city of greed, Seems those superrich demons are being haunted by a system saint. Oh yes, I would like to see more of this please, So, let's hope a people's movement keeps a fire, Ensuring saintly smiles deliver promised benefit. But geez, what a show, by the media's reckoning, You'd think a saint was going to burn a city down. I mean, sure, saints can be flaming when righteous, But all I saw were demons pouring gas everywh

“Please, my friends, tell them not to call me a greedy demon, it’s just not fair!” Said the desperately poor billionaire to his celebrity propogandist politicians.   And so, the politicians went out, preaching loud to working-class crowds, But were only able to embody the reason why democracy fell to oligarchy, Unable to acknowledge a sickness of greed in the heart of their loyal friend.   For it is expectation concealed as loyalty, That has such disastrous long-term ends.  

I'd often heard, that the many stories in humanity's holy books, were written to appreciate our connection to the cosmos, each other, ourselves and nature. But more recently, I’ve realized they were also attempts to contain rampart narcissism and psychopathy within the society of the day.   I certainly enjoy postulating about the stars, and understand why that perspective forces you to wrestle with your inner devils. For by expanding the vastness of our thinking, does the awa