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Mr Trismegistus Aug 2019
Those found in hell may reach in for Heaven
If they work through the dough that is laden with leaven;

For through nightmares and bloodshed that time seems to cherish,
It has never been Willed that any should perish.
Mr Trismegistus May 2018
Reaping rotten fruits from bitter roots;
Wearing flesh boots in penguin suits.
Mr Trismegistus Mar 2018
Like the Beast with his collar
Is Man with his dollar.

The collar, you see, restrains the beast
In his pursuit of a fancier feast.
The dollar, then, restrains the man
From following after his self-centered plan.

Blue collars, white collars,
Dollars dripped in red.
Which collar, for you,
Will they place around your head?

Will you be led to believe that the collar you earn
Is solely based on the knowledge you learn?
Or will you discover that the number of dollars
Determines the number and color of collars?

It is good and well to aid mankind
Upon this noble trek;
But do it for the reasons of progress and love;
And not a collar squeezing your neck.
"And the second beast required all people small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on their right hand or on their forehead, so that no one could buy or sell unless he had the mark — the name of the beast or the number of its name."
Mr Trismegistus Mar 2018
De-evolution to a primitive, animal-like state
While the sheep that they eat call it winning and great.

O, onward you go, sleepy sheep, with pride, to the slaughter
Pulling along with you your sons and your daughters.

Will you cry out, on that day, as loud as the Dominion will roar?
Will your weak voice be heard, or will it reach a closed door?

Cast off those shackles that tackle your mind and your heart,
But hurry, beloved readers, before they tear you apart.
Mr Trismegistus Oct 2017
by Jedidiah Fleming

The World is my Kryptonite.
It was delivered by a Canaanite.
It is so very black and white.
Black as black midnight.
White as white starlight.
Hotter than a fist-fight.
Colder than a frostbite.
It tries to lure you to the fight.
Being naturally impolite.
Always swelling with pride and might.
Soaring like a meteorite.
Exploding like dynamite.

O, but it is a parasite!
Warping every human right.
Dealing every man-made fright.
Feeding like a scabie mite.
Destroying like a forest blight.

Yet it craves a ray of Light.

From it, I remain from sight.
It is worse than any stage fright.
A never-ending snakebite.
Seeing without sight.
Hearing without height.
Choking out the sunlight.

The world is my Kryptonite.
But parts of it may turn to Light.
So its pain I will carry on.
Mr Trismegistus May 2017
Dangerously arid.

Sparks a flyin’.

Fires a spreadin’.

Intensifyin’.
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