https://youtu.be/7Nr5B_xcbMg

We need no intro

These ******* wanna act like they don’t see the game,
Blind to the system,
they livin’ inside of a chains,
They got you distracted with the money,
cars and the fame,
who ya blame ?
But I see the ones pullin’ strings in the back of the frame,
calling your name,
ain't that a shame.
They poison the food an water,
they be lacin’ the sky with the fumes,
Twistin’ the news so the truth is erased from the room, Kaboom
Tellin’ you lies while they tighten the noose on your neck,
ah ha the terrorist in your head ?
******* control you through fear and a check, check check one two then what you gonna do, while government putting the screws in you
History’s twisted, they shift it,
they bury the fact,
never lacking attacking ******* keep macking,
They censor the rebels with the decimal with the decibels and never let real ones react in fact,
They keep us divided, ignitin’ the fire of hate,
trying to make you brake,
sneering, what's fake
******* be smilin’ while sealin’ our fate, no debate
They taxin’ your breath,
got you workin’ from cradle to grave,
Promise you freedom but keep you a government slave.
They poison your mind,
while they shackle your body in chains,
******* in power just laughin’,
they playin’ these games.
They burn all the books, they been twistin’ the history page,
Drownin’ the facts in a system that’s built like a cage.
They tell you to trust in the rules that they break,
But ******* got secrets they never explain.
They start up the wars, then they send you to die in their name,
While they countin’ their money and watchin’ you drown in the flames.
Every election’s a trick,
it’s a show,
it’s a play,
Same ******* be smilin’ while diggin’ your graves
They keep you distracted with *******, with dollars and pills,
Hopin’ you never wake up, to the system they built.
They censor the voices who tell you the truth,
******* be scared when we step in the booth.
They own all the money, the banks, and the land,
They killin’ the culture and takin’ the brand.
They tell you it’s safe, but they lyin’ instead,
Feedin’ you cancer, then taxin’ the dead.
They floodin’ the hood with the dope and the guns,
Then fillin’ the prisons with daughters and sons.
They teachin’ you not to be strong or be bold,
They want you obedient, easy to mold.
These ******* be watchin’ your every **** move,
Tappin’ your phone,
got a bug in the room.
The drones, politicians,
they using’ machines,
They pushin’ the scripts and they sellin’ you dreams.
They trackin’ your steps through the chip in your hand,
Controllin’ the world with a digital scan.
They keepin’ you poor while they printin’ the cash,
Takin’ your house and they kickin’ your ***.
They tell you to follow,
to listen,
obey,
But real ******* ain’t livin’ that way.
We see through the smoke,
we can tell it’s a lie,

We ready for war—ain’t no fear in our eyes.

Oh the Innocence  
That laugh, that wild howling in the throat of youth,
Unseen fingers scramble for the last thread of light  
Here, the angels are naked,  
no wings to catch their fall.  
The river splits,  
splashes,  
and chaos is born  
from the lips of the unholy, the pure.  

There be our Divinity  
slips beneath the skin like rust on gold
a fractured god,  
broken in pieces,  
spilled across the morning,  
the moon forgets its name.  
Prophecies?  
Laughing in the dust,  
twisted and torn,  
a thousand whispers claw at the sky  
but none reach.  

Imagination is the distant echo—  
a door slammed shut by a thousand hands,  
and what vision is left?  
A trembling shadow.  
What light?  
What reflection?  
It’s nothing but a crack in the glass,  
and through it, you see everything and nothing  
all at once.  

Oh but thou Morality  
it’s a rotten fruit in the mouth of the blind,  
an oath spat on the ground  
before it crumbles to dust.  
What holds us here?  
Nothing but the gnashing teeth of the broken,  
screaming freedom that never comes,  
but always dances on the edge of our minds  
like a mad bird  
torn from the sky,  
its wings flapping in the void.  

Oppression is the song they sing,  
but we?  
We are the ghosts who scream in the dark,  
rising,  
rising,  
again and again.  
Flesh torn and reborn.  
A shout in the streets—  
but where is the end of the road?  
No path but the storm’s eye,  
no sky but the bleeding horizon.  

Shall he call it Mysticism?  
A thousand tongues, a thousand eyes—  
but no one looks.  
The trees scream their roots into the soil,  
but who hears?  
Who listens?  
A leaf flutters in the wind,  
and the world spins—  
twisted—  
a thousand faces in a mirror that is shattered  
but still reflects
what?  
What?  
What do you see with blinded eyes !  

Where doth Nature find its whole,  
A scream of fire in the rain.  
Flesh in the dirt,  
bones wrapped in moss.  
Everything turns,  
and everything falls.  
Chaos is the language,  
and we are the words scattered  
across a broken page.  
No order, no truth,  
only the flood of thoughts  
rushing to drown themselves

now i'm from Georgia
never far from a mountainside
scent of earthen greed
down where hills do fly
but buried 'neath those hills
is a hate that runs deep
where preachers lie
for a false god, on their knees

now i'm from Georgia
land kissed by sea
fortune for the rich
and bloodlust for the freed
because the fog and the apathy
can be heard when they sing
liars, all of them
when they decree:
let freedom ring.

now im from Georgia.

a slave to desires
masters manipulation;
ushers the dark age.

I was a ****** hopping trains,
Strung out on morphine
When they hired me at the mine.

That same story
Is much like mine,
Only there were other guys.

No, in mine too.
They orchestrated and I played instrument,
They used me as a patsy for their wasteful deeds.

Did they have you use an explosive device?

Did they have you use a pistol?

Did you shoot with a rifle?

Did they give you poison?

I sailed the rivers in a basket,
And my sight was not obscured by the reeds.
Overhead, the clouds cleared
And in my heart was a compass
Which lent to me direction
Under these starry skies.

I sampled all the miseries & delights,
I encompassed all of life:
I was a clap & echo in time.

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗦 𝗕𝗘 𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗 in countries with neither significant oppositional forces capable of organizing mass protests nor oppositional combative forces? Intervention from the outside. But how exactly, given that a direct deployment of armed forces would be regarded as an invasion, provoke a full-scale military conflict, & undermine an attacking state's reputation both domestically & internationally? 𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗪𝗔𝗥 𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗢𝗖𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗬 𝗕𝗬 𝗠𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗣𝗦. A special international agency/department could be organized (like **** mafia), which job would be recruiting agents for covert field ops in countries with authoritarian regimes & preparing them for such ops, preparing & coordinating such ops. Such agencies exist, & such activity is known, as it's been mentioned above, as "black ops". Such an agency would consist of: an intelligence team gathering intel on targets & coordinating field ops; recruiters recruiting former or current commandoes & field agents of diverse intelligence/security agencies; experts in "unaliving", armed & hand-to-hand combat, & tactics, checking candidates being recruited in terms of physical fitness, "unaliving" & combat capability, & effectiveness in field ops, &, in case of any shortage, training them to the level of a notional Robert McCall. Whereafter recruited agents would be "sent on vacation" to authoritarian countries for "lessening negative influence of figures composing local authoritarian regimes by unfriendly means" (if you know what I mean). A couple of corpses of publicly known state officials or state-linked figures found would have caused a stir in the media, thus having sowed panic among other agents of a respective authoritarian regime. Whereafter, utilizing an IP-spoofing tool & a fake e-mail address, anonymous demands for political prisoners to be released & for key or most-contributing-to-injustice state officials from each of the 3 branches of power to be resigned could be sent to the administration of a respective dic-tator. In case of incompliance, this "unfriendly campaign" towards agents of a respective authoritarian regime would continue. Yes, this is evil, but a necessary/lesser one.

Now, some clarification on some pertinent points of the aforementioned initiative.
- 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 "𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗕𝗬 𝗨𝗡𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗬 𝗠𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗦" (besides, of course, 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗦𝗖𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗔𝗚𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗦 (more like d#ckheads) 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗨𝗣𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗦)?
- 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗟𝗔𝗪 𝗘𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧, 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬, & 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗘𝗦, 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚/𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡: 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗢𝗥 𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗔 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗠𝗘 &/𝗢𝗥 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗣𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠; 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗢𝗥 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗘𝗗 𝗘𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗥 𝗜𝗡 𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗭𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗛𝗬𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗟 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗦; 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗔 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗠𝗘'𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗘𝗗 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗦 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗔𝗡 𝗨𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧 𝗔 𝗡𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗢𝗥 𝗜𝗡 𝗔 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗧 𝗔𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗔𝗗 𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗘𝗗 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗠𝗘. 𝗝𝗨𝗗𝗚𝗘𝗦 𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗨𝗘𝗗 𝗚𝗨𝗜𝗟𝗧𝗬 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗦, 𝗔𝗦 𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗔𝗦 𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗗𝗜𝗗𝗡'𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝗨𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗟𝗔𝗪𝗦. 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗦 (or whatever the hell else they are called in other parts of the world) 𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗡 𝗨𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗗 𝗗𝗘𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗘𝗗 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗔 𝗡𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗘, 𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡 𝗜𝗡𝗩𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗔 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗘. 𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗨𝗥𝗦 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗜𝗥𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗔 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥. 𝗧𝗩 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗦 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗦𝗨𝗣𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗪𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗩𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗢 & 𝗦𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗘𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗭𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦. 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗦𝗢, 𝗜𝗙 𝗡𝗘𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗥𝗬, 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗙𝗙 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗨𝗣𝗧 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗣𝗦.
- How to bypass an airport security system with a piece(s) & lead?
- By means of having them transported in a metal-lined suitcase(s) with multiple internal compartments/layers & having them stashed closer to the bottom (in case an airport employee asks for a suitcase(s) to be opened to see its/their contents).
- Not sure whether it should be mentioned that such "unfriendly activities" should be conducted with as much discretion & professionalism as possible.
- In case any of recruited agents ends up dead or captured during their "vacation" & then imprisoned, their family/next of kin would be provided with a substantial financial compensation.
- Who could be involved… Nah, better this way: who should be dragged to funding such a cause?
- "Public-beloved" dollar billionaires, of course, including that sieg-heiling Musk *****.

In one part of the world, some 𝗣𝗘𝗢𝗣𝗟𝗘: 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛; 𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗩𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗘𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗤𝗨𝗔𝗦𝗜-𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗥 𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗔𝗦; 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗢𝗖𝗜𝗢𝗣𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗪𝗦 𝗢𝗥 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗧. Meanwhile in another part of the world, some 𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙𝗜𝗦𝗛 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗗 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡 (𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗠𝗨𝗖𝗛): 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗦, 𝗣𝗨𝗠𝗣-&-𝗗𝗨𝗠𝗣 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠 𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗖𝗞𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗢 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗛𝗬 𝗜𝗡 𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦/𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞𝗦/𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗦; 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗙𝗨𝗡 𝗔𝗧 𝗟𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗦𝗛 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗟𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗜𝗡 𝗟𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗦𝗛 𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦; 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗢𝗥 𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗡𝗜𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗔𝗨𝗗𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗢𝗡 𝗦𝗢𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟 𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗔, 𝗣𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗛 𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 "𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗔 𝗙𝗘𝗪 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗧𝗘𝗦 & 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡'𝗧 𝗔𝗦𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗕𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗗𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝗔𝗜𝗗" 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗠𝗢𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗔 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗔 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗝𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗔𝗡 𝗨𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗩𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗕𝗬 𝗔 𝗡𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗤𝗨𝗔𝗦𝗜-𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗘, 𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 "𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗'𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥" 𝗢𝗥 "𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗢𝗣𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚" 𝗔𝗦 𝗔 𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙-𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡, 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘 & 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗢𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗩𝗘𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗙-𝗡𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗥 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗛-𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗕𝗨𝗧𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠; 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗕𝗢𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗙𝗨𝗟 𝗟𝗬𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗦 𝗚𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗙𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗠 & 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙-𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗨𝗟𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗧 𝗟𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗦𝗛 & 𝗘𝗡𝗩𝗬-𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗩𝗢𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗨𝗖𝗛 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦, instead of attracting attention of their audiences to 𝗜𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗨𝗟𝗧𝗜𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗗 𝗗𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗬 (which, on the other hand, may subject lives of some of them to danger posed by certain agents of injustice, cases of which exist). This isn't a justification of terrorism, but one particular school shooter was right: 𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗜𝗦 𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗡, 𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘. Not all of it, but a significant part, if not the majority. One may wonder: "What worthy deeds of his own does the criticizing commenter have to say about?". None. The commenter's way of thinking is such that doing something benevolent to victims of injustice (for which there are other, kinder & simpler-minded people) won't reduce the influence of agents of injustice, & therefore such deeds have no value in terms of 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗡𝗜𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥, which 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗕𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗕𝗨𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗬 𝗗𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗢 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗜𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗘. But 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗦 with their elites loyal to them, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗘𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗢𝗙 𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗜𝗦 𝗕𝗬 𝗠𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘. Had the commenter access to "instruments of unaliving", expert skills in wielding diverse types of them & hand-to-hand combat, as well as more than fine fettle, he would already be doing something about injustice, instead of dumping his critical sociopolitical thoughts to the web.

𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗕𝗨𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗜𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗕𝗘 𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗝𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗨𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗘𝗫𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗟 𝗖𝗜𝗥𝗖𝗨𝗠𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗕𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗢 𝗜𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗘, 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗜𝗙 𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗗𝗢 𝗦𝗢.
«𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗡𝗘𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗨𝗠𝗣𝗛 𝗢𝗙 𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟 𝗜𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗠𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗢 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚»
«𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗜𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗦 𝗟𝗔𝗪, 𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗕𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗦 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗬»
«𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗕𝗘 𝗣𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗗»

Low-born, lowly,
lumbered, plebian
mushrooms, steal and
take, their final gasp.
 Before, a fastly approaching,
 Babylonian Avalanche. Where, lined up, thinly, ivoried-blue, are petulant
       pigs. That, usually; sniff out, lick, arr-
             est and lock up; black, brown and
               white truffles. The unguilty

              are apprehended. For false,
             treasonous reasons. So, who
            can blame the fungis, for wanting
       to seize, the cult of vulturous swines?
     By; the scruff of the system, and br-
   eak their snouts, until, their peccaried
      feathers are ruffled? The champignon,
     were; hewed and chewed, aplenty. By;

    hoggish, gnarled teeth, curled trotters
    and lavish appetites. But, those that  
   fell, to the Babylonian Avalanche, will,
  eventually, become a Mushroom Cloud.
 They'll float over, the 50, fuzzy, boarish
 corpses, to stellar, toadstool plateaus. When, their; final, pixie dust; they bite.

© poormansdreams

a couple of words to convey ta
scurvy dictators
being, with their regimes, dirt on the face of
civilization; lyrics that may be referred to as hate speech
sorry, sans names, ******
for you tend to get sore 'kin/sim. to nates
of someone earned a good lacing (butthurt)
fO̲r misbehaving (just like y'all)
hopefully, y'all will end up burning in flames of
eternal damnation, for every singular person paraded
civilly through streets in support of good changes
and been delivered brute force in repayment
prisoners tortured, false statements
a sort of **** lake of disinformation, wars, liquidations
of those subverting a heinous course undertaken
of course, fabrications fO̲r legal cases (and elections, of course)
and nowadays, you've got Y̲O̲U̲r pesky agents
working on breaking
the web like Bourne which is Jason (Webb, David)
here come my warm salutations
to that stupid web regulator
that serves the dang Craymlin (got it?)
like your walking 𝓉ℴ𝒶𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ brush, take a
[another sobriquet fitting the rhyme scheme: "toilet predator"]
hike; Y̲O̲U̲r limitations
hitting media being insubmissive ta
the sick regime which ya
sustain by dint of digital
censorship, to individuals
with views being similar
to mine, are like pork to unwave[–]ring
[the word's supposed to be read/pronounced as "unweyvring"]
Muslims; in other words, we evade 'em
(what are you gonna do about it?)
(back to dictators)
you're, like a vessel transporting blood, vain &
like someone implementing a mercy ask, craven
[vein; craving]
you're worthless like an ****** absorbed medication
to you procured a gunshot gorge perforation
as you may've gathered, as if you were **** plantation
employees, you, opportunists, sure irritate me
minus tooled up guys in uniforms & you're Swayze
some of those going politicians or power-wielders
are already bY̲ then vile people?
[Biden]
not the type to think so
that's humankind's horrible nature
highly evolved, still beasts, though
so Earth's, in a way, a
huge lair; got a shade sidetracked
like a train, my bad; I'ma explain, like that
Malaysian Boeing Ukraine skies'd had (ex-plane)
[had had]
before it got razed 'kin/sim.
to the outrage of folks storming a place which
a c#cks#cking usurper is based in
[raised]
the earlier stated
"BIFOED"; once you are no more animated
like a cartoon paused, the verdict is plain 'kin/sim.
to a suit that is mourning-related
a torrid vacation, metaphorically saying
yet no point in packing Y̲O̲U̲r freaking raiment
since Y̲O̲U̲r destination's nothing short of pure Hades (if there is)
[sins]
in fact, unlike some of you, I'm irreligious, but
it doesn't mean I'm cold to medieval stuff
like a hedonistic brush with a chick replete with lust
in this realm, there may be a really **[ɑ]t
time for you; akin/sim. to witches stuck
to those stakes, you may end up lit as f#ck
like after a cig. with **** you are
in the garden of the post-en—lightenment time going
[thyme]
which, in fact, is the reason the
Earth territory's in need of getting rid of ya

Pray tell, Janus,
how, does, it, feel?
Does, your steel's,
duplicitous, reflection, reappear?
When, the, officed, place,
your, only-thought, used to, lay,
it's, bulbous head,
blossoms, into,
a, tangible idea?
Does, the bedrock's, stele,
make, flowering mettle,
of, the insecure hay?
And, from, the ore,
did, a, garden-variety,
blacksmith, bow, kneel, and, forge,
a sword, for, you, to, falsely, slay,
the poltergeist's, of, those, evil,
sons, and, daughters, seeded by,
that, shiny, yet, mistrusted,
Monarchy of Fear?

So, pray tell, Janus,
how, does, it, feel?
Does, your steel's,
duplicitous, reflection, disappear?
When, your mettle, is, made molten?
Does, it, maim, to see,
your, valued core, first, loosen,
then, wobble, as, you, backtrack, sore,
and, falter, on hearing, the, magma mists,
of, you, hiss, and, squeal?
Is, cerulean, gold, scarlet, and, purple,
all, that, you, listen to, here?
Does, the, imperious, court,
within, your mind, reveal, only,
Knaves-Jesters-Jacks-and-Jokers?
And, does, the, gilded line,
(you speak of naught),
that, you, and, your; Kings, and, Queens, crossed, of yester,
split; all, of, your faces, in, two,
with; royal-blue, hot, i-ron, pokers?

The answers, as always, were; curved, and,
swerved. In, a, spineless, motion, with, gall, but, without, feeling, or, nerve. Pride,
watched on, unaware, of, the fall, that, lay, beyond, the cliff, where, evil, is, served.

© poormansdreams

Yes you made it,
Congratulations!
How does it feel,
To be up on the big stage?

It's been a little while,
How are you?
Well if you don't have the time,
To talk you don't have to be rude.

Yes, you've made yourself very clear,
You don't need me at all.
But don't forget,
I'm the reason they saw you,
At all.