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Satan was released from hell, but recaptured in the 1940’s,

Being imprisoned by a system with common humane laws.

 

Sadly, that system discharged his many demons in the 80's,

Who gleefully haunted austerity upon all of earth's peoples,

Hoarding the world's wealth to useless economic function,

As they schemed trying re-create Satan's world of warfare.

 

But, they squabbled so much, none could fully embody Satan,

Yet, their narcissistic feuds decimated earth's natural systems,

Tipping it to chaos so systemized profits could keep expanding,

Brushing aside climatic ravages upon the poorest as necessary,

Convinced overpopulation was a hinderance to their supremacy,

Seeing blood sacrifice as requirement to sustain brutal mechanics.

 

Spooky stuff.


But demons are always super rich robots, so it sorta makes sense...

And a world fire-burning, is a warm hellish home they long to live in.

 

Satan, however, was a darker character, and wanted everyone dead,

So all earth would become his dominion, and its spirits trapped in hell.

 

So, I bid you, heed this warning:

If glitzy rich demons are allowed their hellish home upon living green earth,

Then soon after, their dark master will be summoned forth amid the flames.


And no mercy will he offer,

No peace ever found again,

Only use, enslaved function,

A soul's death to spirit alone,

So a body's labour is owned.

And then they tried take the purple from me - as if aesthetics was my only colour.

But if black ink is what I must now use, then upon them a black hole will I open to.


For I wrote in purple to call forth our cosmic crown,

But in black ink I swirl by inner eye, so all fall as one.

Oh yes, I play novel games.

 

But not of this way and that,

As my wealthy father employs.

 

It's of all the ways and none,

As my alien mind meanders.

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