a game of cat and mouse observed by buzzards where two of the same species are convinced via history that one is the lesser but both have been told that the other is the lesser so in order to preserve the natural order of the universe one must be demeaned and destroyed at every opportunity and to the victor nothing but more of the same but the carcasses belong to the buzzards who instigated the whole damn thing
in
the
beginning
whether a person or a nation lies conceal actions actions that reveal wealth and power are more important than human lives lives crushed under the weight of their own ignorance and blind faith faith that words are sacred even when spoken without a shred of sincerity
high priced prostitutes
willing to shed
their
moral responsibility
to
a nation
for
the drug
of
addictive power
and
financial gain
doing what
their
pimp
moscow mitch
tells them
to
do
even
declaring
that
the emperor’s new
fascist
clothes
are
the height
of
democracy
but
what happens
when
the landscape
is
war-torn
and
there is
nothing left
to
rule over
and
no one
to
subjugate
for that matter
who will
change
the bloody sheets
on
their whorehouse beds
these things do sometimes happen and have been prescribed as an act of god you know that old god willing stuff like god gives a damn about what happens on earth given duties of the universe new stars births and such a more appropriate criminal is perhaps humankind those arbitrary atoms bombarding one another unable to control even minor reactions with one another but let’s set guilt aside and consider the ingestion of poison poison clearly labelled yet taken without reservation so who should bear the burden of blame those concocting notorious chemical compounds of death or those refusing to read the labels which is just another case of ignoring the handwriting on the wall perhaps we’ll need another burning bush to validate the obvious
step right up and place your bets bet whatever dollar amount you wish there are no limits but all bets regardless of the wager are for your life toss the dice of climate change where the words of the game are loaded and suggest you can win but the reality is the house always wins and in this case the house is death hey but if you’re feeling lucky spin the wheel of global warming watch the wheel whirl like a planet out of control where the potential payout odds for survival are well let’s just say enjoy the game
always believed that the world i saw would evolve to include me but ain’t nothing changed justice is still sleeping and folks like me are more than welcomed to serve but not eat
death
has no memory
so
victims
become
murders
killing in the same way
as
their own martyrs
were
slaughtered
and
for
the same reasons
oppression
to gain advantage
and
to rule others
someone
must
always
be underfoot
to
support
the weight
of
man’s madness
