2025.11.06

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 everywhere.

It was neat a flaming saint stepped past their toxic puddles,

Cause demons are always churning threats into explosions.

Ok, that's that, a sliver of good news, phew,

Always a few rays of light when in utter darkness,

But, now back to my hatred of demon billionaires...

Because the apocalypse is coming,

So we'll need their hoarded supplies.

And, I'm not done with you yet, Satan of that demon's lair!

2025.11.04

“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.

But don’t you know, my dearest politician friends,

It’s from your wealth of ‘friends in heavenly places’,

That democracy became a baseless spool operation.

A billionaire's regal coronation, decades lasting,

For a classy clang visiting the same party islands,

Drinking youth from the brightest golden goblets,

The twisted culty agreements of capital hoarders,

The technowebs spreading poisoned network lies,

The empire rolling along their bossy crazed heads,

The guns of poverty firing so streets turned home,

And bullets offshored to distant darker skin tones.

But each psychotic tear from a billionaire,

Is a step closer to revealing a better world.

For they are flaws in our system,

Believing themselves exceptional,

And so they impose lavishly on all,

As supermen offering us salvation.

But when we see them as what they are, with their sick, desperate need,

And their utter lack of moral character, or true ethical social engagement,

Is when we will allow ourselves become who we must be for this moment,

Seeing past their sly networks of propaganda and hurried financial control,

Not believing their constant victimhood and mythical tales of ostracization.

So, let me reiterate, my politician friends - in case you’re still unsure:

We can’t all get along. Sad, but true.

Do you not see, the wage-slaved, impoverished and precariat have legitimate enemies,

And no, it is not that nation or ethnicity over there, nor is it a neighbour down the road,

It’s upon them who’ve stolen so much, that they then flipped, creating a world of charity.

Their richest donations dazzling all, pinning their gleeful smiles,

But prosperity was denied, and democracy happily purchased.

I shield not the billionaire from an appropriate recourse of titles,

For they are well-established to weather the storm they created,

But also, a demon’s saintly mouthpiece, I do not wish to defend as.

2025.11.02

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 awareness of our insignificance become a wonder.

But, I'd also read in these holy books, that after thousands of years of being imprisoned, Satan and his demons would be released from hell as the system cusped into its next great iteration. Perhaps that meant the system would succumb to narcissism and psychopathy, and it's resulting outcomes of war, plague, and death, instead of humane qualities of self-reflection, compassion and generosity.

And yet, Satan has lived amongst us already, as a speedy machine of death,

And now, his demons roam the heavens, contractually re-creating his mess.

But from the truth of my pains, will the demons of earth become self-aware,

And from the honesty of my heart, will they be imprisoned again by the word,

Not by tricky legal contract, which demons employ to hold fast their dominion,

But of a body's needs, of a soul's many expressions, and a spirit's awareness,

Of release from the slaver's till, of stringing connection without monotary gain.

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