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Like in the days of Noah
So shall it be in the end
There will be no unity or structure
or morals at all
Only Wars and rumors of Wars
Earthquakes pestilence
famine and disease
in various places
It's just like the Bible says in Mark:13
Now setting the stage for a state of
EMERGENCY
So purposely I believe, we've been given this strong sense
of urgency
For times such as these
/ And likewise /
There is no more time to waste
Only make haste
No more time for analyzing the post
an-a-log phase
And no more need to make plans
to tan
or Sun-bath
or even take a Vacay
For they just di-gi-tized us all
A technological holocaust y'all
May call it Bio-organic
         / slash /
Mecha-mechanic
Trans-humanoid Slaves*
And many more isms and schisms
built for
Scheming
THESE DAYS
Which is just another process a meat-suit packaging of the Masses
for these legions of demons that are attacking these days
/ Enraged ?/
Man, we are being
ENSLAVED
And it is not ironic in logic
how they are now keeping
track of us
And that would be..
In the front side and the back of us
This prism's a prison designed to
keep us in-active
For we all are prison-ers within this
multi-eyed
tentacled-system
For the legion will not go lacking when it comes to packing us in boxes
For human trafficking is common
Which is a common practice and a
product of these -
dark economic systematically psychotic narcissistic satanic egotistic ballistic overdosing on technological narcotics false miracle working hypnotic
robotic tech-no simps
But this is only the
beginning..
First Phase
of the
LAST DAYS
For they are just quaking tectonics moronically
Or more so
Or more like
Testing the waters with the first
wave of Prototypes
For these exotic erøtic robotics are not really modeled or moded to have real human bodies just immorally dishonest and moded just to be a weapon or a tool or an object that is ultimately set to eliminate
Me and You
as a
TARGET
I don't know if y'all ready for this one
Consider this a sequel to " Humanoids "
bahulakaji Sep 2020
The world is a ****** up place
a place for the mindless
a place where a mouthful can be mindful
a place for you to be sad.

The world is a ****** up place.
and you will try to escape it,
but the rangers of the world are relentless
pity them, for they do not know that they range
pity them, for they do not recognize the darkness they carry on their backs
pity them, for they think their escalation is supreme
pity them, for they are ****** up too.
Pity them but do not join them,
this is for your own good-
the true good,
don’t you join the traders of the world
don’t you join the keeper of keys
don’t you join the giver of things
and don’t you join the maker of slaves
for this world is put in front of you as a test

A test!
Ces Jul 2020
Mundane concerns stifle
the soul that hungers for the infinite
Practicality subverts the mind
as it questions and wrestles with
this existential enigma...

Bound by the curse of productivity
and the insatiable drive for accumulation
Libidinal, perverse thoughts
drive the working man

to this, to that...

he is a puppet pulled by invisible strings:
the corporate, bureaucratic masters
calling the shots
laughing control freaks...
the world is theirs for the taking
and the worker-slave raises his hands
a sense of triumph
as the crumbs fall down

We live in a Kafkaesque era
merrily languishing
in this willful dementia.
Saying to your health
In the meaning of his words,"
Do not let any food without covering
As you do not know who was passing over
or by its boundary
you do not know who was smelling
or breath in it
if it is difficult to cover
put a rod or long knife or spoon over
to give the meaning of moral

if you get up after sleep
do not touch any food
before you wash your hand
as you do not know where it was

when the Friday comes
you must wash up
to clean your appearance
and the inner soul
and put good smell

use the toothpick
at every pray
to clean your teeth
, get good breath
And get satisfy of your God
And strength your teeth

When the prophet sent the messengers
To kings and the princess
to let them know the new religion
Islam
The governor of Egypt admired
He sent to the prophet of the present
It was a donkey female, two slaves' girls
The honey and doctor
the prophet accepted all, but he returned the doctor
He said," we do not need him
As we do not eat until we get hunger
And if we eat we do not get full"
In his meanings and words

He said,"the stomach is the home of the illness"
," if you want to eat
Do not get full
If you want
Let third for your drink
And third for your breath"

We know persons who dead by throttle
As they ate and slept
Without getting time to let the food digested
Or get ordered in abdomen

When the delegations came
To enter Islam and get checked him
He learnt someone has leprosy
He told his friends to let that sick out
And he blessed and prayed for him

When he finished his defecation and urinate
He performed ablution
He ordered his followers to do it
He ordered not the sick entered to the right
And the right goes to the sick"

Except if he had his protect
the health is the crowd over its owner. the man does not know it untill he got ill. the prophet advised us and said the gold words
Mark Feb 2020
Only friend I’ve ever had
Was my dear ole slave dad
He told me once, think about your future
Forget about the south’s criminal past
Cotton pickin’ and turnin’ plow, on a plantation field
He never once saw the money that it did yield
Big boss said, he almost cleared the books
Plantation bosses are the real crooks
Daddy gave them a fistful, got a spoonful in return.
nick armbrister Dec 2019
you are so self-centric
full of yourself
like we should worship you
we don't matter to you
only your wishes and aims
nothing more or less
you sell us like slaves
make a fortune off our backs
not caring if we love or hate you
you're oblivious to us
your image on all the magazines
your fame is number one
as you are number one
we are number zero
infinitely below you
you our boss who loves
all the cash we make you
from our blood sweat and tears
it has always been this way
the moon spider feeding
we food to the hunter
but we say enough!
this ends tonight...
from Gatoros and Crocos: Lower Case Murky Poems and Ditties

Nick Armbrister
Äŧül Nov 2019
I and you are Slaves of Time,
I must wait until you're mine.

Of time we are puny slaves,
You must wait until I'm yours.

Will you wait for me?
My HP Poem #1813
©Atul Kaushal
Kate longshaw Feb 2019
Been too long since I have created,
Since i've drawn or wrote owt celebrated.
Having a breakdown to reality,
Working out how life is meant to be,
Unshakled mind but still not free,
I now make sense of the things I see.
Open mind does lead to free thought,
Free from the sick indoctrined fort.
Free thought leads to controversy,
When spoke folk try belittling me.
Words are the most dangerous tool,
To brainwash those who learn at school,
Make us obey each fascist rule.
Why can't we all open our eyes
To all the enslavement and lies?
Why get angry at those awake,
Who care for you for goodness sake.
Instead of cussing those in power,
You insult those while in moods sour.
Laughing, oppressing piece of mind,
With tyrannical words far from kind.
Outrage seething from closed brains,
Not folks faulght, we have been trained.
To regurgitate the lie and do not think,
And let them mould our mind to shrink.
Dissmiss the real with a curse and wink,
Is this what you really want in life?
To let greed and hate and fear run rife?
To stop humans thinking for self,
To keep the slave masters in wealth,
Staying downtrod for there good health?
All roads lead to Rome it's said,
And we're walking roads that they tred.
His story not history,
No truth wrote, why can't you see?
No Darwinism or big bang
No cells turned fish who did evolve
No axles for us to spin,
The puzzles there for us to solve
We can't let the demons win.

Kate Longshaw
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