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a[ɛ]m I going psychotic in my **** mind or ma[ɛ]nkind is on a deranged ride [in fact, I prefer the word "humankind", but it doesn't fit with the rhyme pattern] on an armored train? like that power-cray North Korean son of a bo[ɑ]mb afraid of his own ******* shadow, for it, ju[ɪ]st like this cocks#cking fatso's order, is quite terrible; on a reckless ride that's go[ʌ]nna take the highly developed kind back fro[ʌ]m the age of reason to the uncivilized past's darksome days ["dark somedays"] (probably the latter) ———————————————————————————————— should be in a mental asylum watched over (why?) off my "meds" like some iron-grip jE̲rkwad [the meds were mostly video games] in power striking a wA̲r up an indescribable U̲rge to wreak destruction & ****** [mostly lyrically] as if I were a horse-riding enforcer of the Apo[ɑ]calypse or a jihadist supporter of the IslA̲mist new order heading to a spot with the public galO̲re to turn up at; I'm highly avE̲rse to autocracy, but tyrant-like to[—]ward a kindergartner-like verser half-a## writers, conformers, & allies of usurpers better put on something fire-sound or go underground like the Camorra or Johaness Arnesson, fO̲r I ["for I" is supposed to be read/pronounced as "fora"] [Camorra is a part of the underworld] [Johannes Arnesson (Owl Vision) makes underground type of electronic music] am, like when a living victim's hide's being bU̲rned to muscles by a hob O̲r a cutting blowpipe, a fierce torcher ["torture"] and if there were, like Ivan the Fourth, a terrible tsar & a murker, like a hitman satisfying hit orders [the reign of Ivan the Terrible is infamous for, inter alia, tortures] for me to take my pick like a **** 𝑓𝑜[ɔ]𝑡𝑘𝑎 ["pic."] I'd, like the wight-like equine rider direct my sight on the former (scythe); you hardly can stI̲r up [Death, the pale one of the 4 horsemen of the Apocalypse] a spark, I've come to the taiga & stI̲rred up a violent inferno; while in the wilds, I've discerned a couple of male old-timers encircled by some guards & cam workers; a fire fiend, for the restless mind is like a flamethrower which this corruption-plagued world su— —pplies with fuel like a "Flying J" servo don't get this wrong, I can't be bothered re[eɪ] which kai is fave by which state, but I'm afraid autocracy is, in the China vein, on the rise today (on the rice) but, for the sake of a fighter plane laying f#cking waste to a ride or train with an autocratic ******* aboard what is a singular someO̲ne that ain't a well-savvy hacktivist nor a sick gunfighter, like Max Payne to do when the disbalance between a civil society and a regime in some abysmal auto[ɑ]cracy is so grave there's nothing safe and rock-solid, like a tungsten ***** to do to undermine this state of affairs? apply the cre[i]do of yours to whatever at which you are versed that's why I'm engaged in my anti-autocratic rhyme crusade [previously to this one: "punishment of an autocrat"; "надвигался 2022-ой" ➔] [➔ "all the worst to autocrats" & anti-authoritarian fragments ➔] [➔ of some other rhyme pieces published by me] I might lO̲O̲k to be an evil-minded skate now, but, seizing the opportunity like some viced ***** gained a role O̲f a rU̲ler with an unchecked political might & aimed at establishing a tight-grip reign inside the state there's something I'd like to say I hhhooock... thooo... spit on tyrants' graves and graves of their compliant aides without the slightest shame, I, like a crane for construction, raze ["raise"] their heads—tones by a mace from the knightly age bet taphophiles ain't gonna like the way in which I behave; ones who're enviro-cray better get fire squa[ɑ]ds awake like a rite that takes place after someone's life has waned wholly (a wake), 'cause I get mY̲ hands laid on a pulverizer with spirits of wine & spray it on those scheissers' grave—yards, then make 'em go, like the face of someone laughing so wildly they are about to split their sides, ablaze and I've barely gotten underway lyrics-wise, I'm gonna give a harsh time to a power-blinded, nazissistic go[ɑ]bshite a sort of tea party which you'll no[ɑ]t like 'cause there's a billypo[ɑ]t rife with steaming splo[ɑ]sh I've got in the pipeline, like oil, & will be pleased to slo[ɑ]sh right into your filthy mug, swine, so here's a piece of a[ɑ]dvice better get equipped with some wipes and something chilling, much like a horror game when you sit without lights and with earphones on in the middle o[ʌ]f night it may seem now as if I'm a kitchen cart guy and you're at an eating spo[ɑ]t (why?) 'cause you're about to get served scuzz, I'ma strike a lyrical skewer through your mouth & your stern just like a swine ———————————————————————————————— it is night-time, like the pre-enlightenment E̲[i]poch, but I'm ["knight time"] like a ballista sho[ɑ]t flyi[—]ng the target's way, in the open air & quite away like an anthracite aflame/ablaze ["(a) vay" (Malagasy) - "(a) glowing coal"] nearby the gates of your sublime estate a mite ashamed to say this, but I might be ta'en for the Russian state or the "Hamas" brigade (why?) these premises are like Ukraine or Israel, respectively, inasmuch as they are gonna be violated sI̲m. to a victim of a ****** finna penetrate your villa like the agent Fisher [Sam Fisher from the "Splintel Cell" video game series] which is gonna be made much quicker than you, a[ɛ]nxious geezer, would make a lady stimu—lated I̲nto the ****** state; your security system & lights are way like a surgeon who's armless, they no longer o[ɑ]perate (ha-ha) 'cause I have an EMP device in play; the weather, by the way is trash, raining, just like Hussein in his presiding days (trash, reigning) but your cap-cladded daw[ɑ]gs remain outside despite that & an adage Russians say that a dog keeper that is mindful ain't gonna let his dogs be outside at the time it rains or when some other weather that's bad becomes the case but thA̲t's, un—like the sign that's made of metal & acts A̲s an indication that it's a co[ɑ]p you face not a bother; like a register that has an ["buzzer", in the sense of "police badge"] abundant range of info about a vile regime's pieces of crap having rank slides, such as their addies, mug sho[ɑ]ts, & names a specialist, the black-cladded ["special list"] crusader from the Norsefire-tyrannized UK in the Guy Fawkes mask strapped with [V from "V For Vendetta"] a blowgun with darts, like the pirate claimed the title of an assassin [Edward Kenway from "Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag"] by which I sedate those diletta[ɑ]nte[—]s ordained to guard your place as I slyly make my ******* way forth like a farcE̲U̲r coming out of behind the stage lock pick the door of your house then walk inside like a pro[ɑ]mena[eɪ]de (walking site) while touring around the pretty so[ɑ]lid place of yours, I encoun— —ter your do[ɑ]xy draped with a corse[—]let-like towel not far away from the room in which you shower, bathe with her bo[ɑ]dy shape, to one whose mind's unchaste she's like a va—cant front seat to one whose sight's debased hard not to try & take; but, given the time & place, I try to stay away from these broad thoughts like an ex-cock-bawd (thots) besides your inviting bae like a ship-parking space nearby a pirate-obliging place ["inviting bay"] I descry your maid nearby the kitchen-dinette; they both get tranquilized, like someO̲ne who came for a massage, & chained to pillars of a ba[ɑ]lustrade with their gobs sealed with parcel tape arrived a mite hungry, so I knife a slice off of an icebox pie I came bY̲ inside the fridge of yours, then eat it sE̲rved on your high-cost plate using your silver fork & your table knife engraved with a rhomb grid adornment (some would think you're a perfectionist, like me when I undertake) (rhyming like an Eastern person) ["ramen"] (but, in accordance with what my mindset says) (it's more likely you're just pretty corny) (like rappers whose lines display their consumerism-governed brains) (and whose body of rhymes is shaped in an unenticing way) once the meal's finished, like a rival/fighter slain in a "Mortal Ko[ɑ]mbat" fray, I leave your tableware defiled, same as that pious place, in which ***** Riot made a protest performance pU̲t on, like that unashamed co[ɑ]cky, a la desert soldiers ["khaki"] autocratic swine that reigns in the north-east mo[ɑ]bster state some high-octane tunes fro[ʌ]m a play— —list of mine, then start to make your hideaway [it's supposed that the EMP effect has gone by this time, so electronics are able to function] look like it faced the wildest rave that mustered skates who have, like a wrE̲cking ball a disorganizing trait towards stuff that's ta[ɛ]ngible and are prone to territory-marking, same as what's done by a[ɛ]nimals or bY̲ street ga[ɛ]ngs quite an effortful jo[ɑ]b awaits your unlucky maid or whoever you're gonna choose to invite & pay in order to neutralize the may—hem caused by my stay ———————————————————————————————— such a misfortune you, ***** are away from your glorious castle which is, like a brutal ****** that you are, looking nO̲[ɑ]t so ["nutso"] glorious now if you look insI̲de, *** (ha-ha) you stupid shI̲teball, ***** you, li̲ke bolts
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Nov 20, 2023
Nov 20, 2023 at 5:59 AM UTC
spit on autocrats' graves [might be edited, expanded]
a[ɛ]m I going psychotic in my **** mind or ma[ɛ]nkind is on a deranged ride [in fact, I prefer the word "humankind", but it doesn't fit with the rhyme pattern] on an armored train? like that power-cray North Korean son of a bo[ɑ]mb afraid of his own ******* shadow, for it, ju[ɪ]st like this cocks#cking fatso's order, is quite terrible; on a reckless ride that's go[ʌ]nna take the highly developed kind back fro[ʌ]m the age of reason to the uncivilized past's darksome days ["dark somedays"] (probably the latter) ———————————————————————————————— should be in a mental asylum watched over (why?) off my "meds" like some iron-grip jE̲rkwad [the meds were mostly video games] in power striking a wA̲r up an indescribable U̲rge to wreak destruction & ****** [mostly lyrically] as if I were a horse-riding enforcer of the Apo[ɑ]calypse or a jihadist supporter of the IslA̲mist new order heading to a spot with the public galO̲re to turn up at; I'm highly avE̲rse to autocracy, but tyrant-like to[—]ward a kindergartner-like verser half-a## writers, conformers, & allies of usurpers better put on something fire-sound or go underground like the Camorra or Johaness Arnesson, fO̲r I ["for I" is supposed to be read/pronounced as "fora"] [Camorra is a part of the underworld] [Johannes Arnesson (Owl Vision) makes underground type of electronic music] am, like when a living victim's hide's being bU̲rned to muscles by a hob O̲r a cutting blowpipe, a fierce torcher ["torture"] and if there were, like Ivan the Fourth, a terrible tsar & a murker, like a hitman satisfying hit orders [the reign of Ivan the Terrible is infamous for, inter alia, tortures] for me to take my pick like a **** 𝑓𝑜[ɔ]𝑡𝑘𝑎 ["pic."] I'd, like the wight-like equine rider direct my sight on the former (scythe); you hardly can stI̲r up [Death, the pale one of the 4 horsemen of the Apocalypse] a spark, I've come to the taiga & stI̲rred up a violent inferno; while in the wilds, I've discerned a couple of male old-timers encircled by some guards & cam workers; a fire fiend, for the restless mind is like a flamethrower which this corruption-plagued world su— —pplies with fuel like a "Flying J" servo don't get this wrong, I can't be bothered re[eɪ] which kai is fave by which state, but I'm afraid autocracy is, in the China vein, on the rise today (on the rice) but, for the sake of a fighter plane laying f#cking waste to a ride or train with an autocratic ******* aboard what is a singular someO̲ne that ain't a well-savvy hacktivist nor a sick gunfighter, like Max Payne to do when the disbalance between a civil society and a regime in some abysmal auto[ɑ]cracy is so grave there's nothing safe and rock-solid, like a tungsten ***** to do to undermine this state of affairs? apply the cre[i]do of yours to whatever at which you are versed that's why I'm engaged in my anti-autocratic rhyme crusade [previously to this one: "punishment of an autocrat"; "надвигался 2022-ой" ➔] [➔ "all the worst to autocrats" & anti-authoritarian fragments ➔] [➔ of some other rhyme pieces published by me] I might lO̲O̲k to be an evil-minded skate now, but, seizing the opportunity like some viced ***** gained a role O̲f a rU̲ler with an unchecked political might & aimed at establishing a tight-grip reign inside the state there's something I'd like to say I hhhooock... thooo... spit on tyrants' graves and graves of their compliant aides without the slightest shame, I, like a crane for construction, raze ["raise"] their heads—tones by a mace from the knightly age bet taphophiles ain't gonna like the way in which I behave; ones who're enviro-cray better get fire squa[ɑ]ds awake like a rite that takes place after someone's life has waned wholly (a wake), 'cause I get mY̲ hands laid on a pulverizer with spirits of wine & spray it on those scheissers' grave—yards, then make 'em go, like the face of someone laughing so wildly they are about to split their sides, ablaze and I've barely gotten underway lyrics-wise, I'm gonna give a harsh time to a power-blinded, nazissistic go[ɑ]bshite a sort of tea party which you'll no[ɑ]t like 'cause there's a billypo[ɑ]t rife with steaming splo[ɑ]sh I've got in the pipeline, like oil, & will be pleased to slo[ɑ]sh right into your filthy mug, swine, so here's a piece of a[ɑ]dvice better get equipped with some wipes and something chilling, much like a horror game when you sit without lights and with earphones on in the middle o[ʌ]f night it may seem now as if I'm a kitchen cart guy and you're at an eating spo[ɑ]t (why?) 'cause you're about to get served scuzz, I'ma strike a lyrical skewer through your mouth & your stern just like a swine ———————————————————————————————— it is night-time, like the pre-enlightenment E̲[i]poch, but I'm ["knight time"] like a ballista sho[ɑ]t flyi[—]ng the target's way, in the open air & quite away like an anthracite aflame/ablaze ["(a) vay" (Malagasy) - "(a) glowing coal"] nearby the gates of your sublime estate a mite ashamed to say this, but I might be ta'en for the Russian state or the "Hamas" brigade (why?) these premises are like Ukraine or Israel, respectively, inasmuch as they are gonna be violated sI̲m. to a victim of a ****** finna penetrate your villa like the agent Fisher [Sam Fisher from the "Splintel Cell" video game series] which is gonna be made much quicker than you, a[ɛ]nxious geezer, would make a lady stimu—lated I̲nto the ****** state; your security system & lights are way like a surgeon who's armless, they no longer o[ɑ]perate (ha-ha) 'cause I have an EMP device in play; the weather, by the way is trash, raining, just like Hussein in his presiding days (trash, reigning) but your cap-cladded daw[ɑ]gs remain outside despite that & an adage Russians say that a dog keeper that is mindful ain't gonna let his dogs be outside at the time it rains or when some other weather that's bad becomes the case but thA̲t's, un—like the sign that's made of metal & acts A̲s an indication that it's a co[ɑ]p you face not a bother; like a register that has an ["buzzer", in the sense of "police badge"] abundant range of info about a vile regime's pieces of crap having rank slides, such as their addies, mug sho[ɑ]ts, & names a specialist, the black-cladded ["special list"] crusader from the Norsefire-tyrannized UK in the Guy Fawkes mask strapped with [V from "V For Vendetta"] a blowgun with darts, like the pirate claimed the title of an assassin [Edward Kenway from "Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag"] by which I sedate those diletta[ɑ]nte[—]s ordained to guard your place as I slyly make my ******* way forth like a farcE̲U̲r coming out of behind the stage lock pick the door of your house then walk inside like a pro[ɑ]mena[eɪ]de (walking site) while touring around the pretty so[ɑ]lid place of yours, I encoun— —ter your do[ɑ]xy draped with a corse[—]let-like towel not far away from the room in which you shower, bathe with her bo[ɑ]dy shape, to one whose mind's unchaste she's like a va—cant front seat to one whose sight's debased hard not to try & take; but, given the time & place, I try to stay away from these broad thoughts like an ex-cock-bawd (thots) besides your inviting bae like a ship-parking space nearby a pirate-obliging place ["inviting bay"] I descry your maid nearby the kitchen-dinette; they both get tranquilized, like someO̲ne who came for a massage, & chained to pillars of a ba[ɑ]lustrade with their gobs sealed with parcel tape arrived a mite hungry, so I knife a slice off of an icebox pie I came bY̲ inside the fridge of yours, then eat it sE̲rved on your high-cost plate using your silver fork & your table knife engraved with a rhomb grid adornment (some would think you're a perfectionist, like me when I undertake) (rhyming like an Eastern person) ["ramen"] (but, in accordance with what my mindset says) (it's more likely you're just pretty corny) (like rappers whose lines display their consumerism-governed brains) (and whose body of rhymes is shaped in an unenticing way) once the meal's finished, like a rival/fighter slain in a "Mortal Ko[ɑ]mbat" fray, I leave your tableware defiled, same as that pious place, in which ***** Riot made a protest performance pU̲t on, like that unashamed co[ɑ]cky, a la desert soldiers ["khaki"] autocratic swine that reigns in the north-east mo[ɑ]bster state some high-octane tunes fro[ʌ]m a play— —list of mine, then start to make your hideaway [it's supposed that the EMP effect has gone by this time, so electronics are able to function] look like it faced the wildest rave that mustered skates who have, like a wrE̲cking ball a disorganizing trait towards stuff that's ta[ɛ]ngible and are prone to territory-marking, same as what's done by a[ɛ]nimals or bY̲ street ga[ɛ]ngs quite an effortful jo[ɑ]b awaits your unlucky maid or whoever you're gonna choose to invite & pay in order to neutralize the may—hem caused by my stay ———————————————————————————————— such a misfortune you, ***** are away from your glorious castle which is, like a brutal ****** that you are, looking nO̲[ɑ]t so ["nutso"] glorious now if you look insI̲de, *** (ha-ha) you stupid shI̲teball, ***** you, li̲ke bolts
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Nov 20, 2023
Nov 20, 2023 at 5:59 AM UTC
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