Big fucking deal, about
your sacrificing sheepiness
of rescue ranger superhero.
Career victim, like COVID,
you dazzled when they gazed
down at you with sympathy.
Pucker up then pout as you play-up
their pattern to protect and help the
poor, broken apex predators.
Waiting for the perfect instant,
crimson, sinister scarlet stains
inside your sweater said it best.
You slaughtered me, I'm soaked
in burgundy, murderous; so what
is perilous when the system we
defend was designed to defeat
us and break our spirits—BUT,
we assume that it is broken,
because it's fucking obvious, isn't it?
Our governments love us, so much,
they will always save us, from the
very same destruction they designed
to divide, conquer, and erase us.
Open up your eyes, just think it over,
research their double-edged details,
familiar strangers with the same secrets,
a speck of seasonal sky spray is soon
breaking news as senseless storms
siren their assault during CNN's
Apocalypse Atlantic that became
another buzzword bent on barricading
the one-percent that are patient.
Integrity, and authenticity separate us
from the same CEOs that enslaved us.
Hey sibling sister family, brethren, bratya bruv, aunty, behn-ji, president, professor, mom, and sometimes maybe, my neighbours—we are human family. Isn't it about time that manmade concepts excused themselves quietly then fell off the ticking stock market cyanide, that drooled every time it discussed depopulation?
Return to knowledge, seeker of truth,
or risk the scar of that resistance, the
very same poison their piety's built on.
Best make the most of the mask that
beat us, this bat season steam will scare us, but it cannot take our focus. Real faith is rarely shaken, so take the bait or beat the stakes.
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