#ww3
genocide needs to end, you complacent fools…
bodies stack like forgotten prayers,
ash clings to the tongues of those who
dare not speak.
your silence—
a currency traded for comfort,
a choir of apathy humming along
to the drone of dying children.
how much blood must drown the sand
before you call it a flood?
how many broken spines,
how many mothers screaming into dust
before your heart cracks open
and spills something real?
you sip your lattes,
scroll past the headlines,
tut-tut at the mess of the world,
then click away—
like a god who does not answer,
like a witness who turned away
and called it survival.
but history is watching.
your name will be written
not in gold, but in shadow.
the ledger of your soul
tallied in the weight of the lives
you ignored.
wake up.
the dead are calling.
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 7:49 AM UTC
Dear Trudeau
Dear Canada
You Will no Longer Be NORAD
We Will No Longer Block Russia Flying Over You
You Have No Fields
You Have No Military
Now You Have No Friends
Dear Canadians
I'm Blocking
5 Thousand Billion in Drugs
Pack Your ****
Get Off My Land
Take Your ****
And
Get Off My Bases
Canadians Will No Longer
Be Able to Use NYSE
No Stock Exchange
If You Join Mexico to Robb Me
I'll End You
I'll Send 100k Troops
North and South
Threaten Me Again *****
I'll **** Your Day Up
I'll Cancel The Alaska Pipeline
No Gas How You Heat
You ****** Up *****
No Friends
This is War
Starve Me I Hunt You
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 9:10 PM UTC
As I feel asleep
After a stressful
Coffee feel day
I find that I see mushroom clouds in the distance
An omen of
What is going on
This impending war
This impending hatred towards our fellow man
This empending genocide
This I will not stand for
I have has these prophecies
Of this
Since age 14
Now it 13 years later
Or so i still
Receive
Mushroom clouds in the distance
Like evil psychedelic shrooms that
Are from hell!
What we need is more security
More love for each other
Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 10:22 AM UTC
Im flying 8 billion drones over your country from Japan heading towards Malaysia.
If you shoot 1 down
1
Im holding you and The USA council
In contempt of international law war court
You flew over me
I fly over you
Call it what you call it
Im spending 80 billion on 8 billion drones with 500 mile extingion plan
I believe in you
Sorry Im Richer
And
I spend my money
On
***** ****
Because
This white ***** ****
Finna show you
State of diplomacy
B raider
Tipped
Extinguish
The guilt 1 million dead from 2024 war
Ill orange gas a fentybizzle
Fenty kreig sleep woke erased
Sorry g
Im Czar of Prussia an Russia
Oct 10, 2024
Oct 10, 2024 at 8:24 PM UTC
For Every Gods
Building
Destroyed
In Isreal
10k will Rott
Send in The Troops
WALT
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 10:55 PM UTC
Oops
Whos next
Scroll down
*****
Touch my Jerusalem?
My Women of Knights!
Beep Beep...
Is it my clock or
A Pager
1916
**** Putssy
I got you 2
Noone Can Protect Me From Me
But You
****
2024 2 Tiny to beef
Our soup is diseased
I got a ***** on my back
Who Shot Trump Twice
I seen you today
Flying over
I prayed
Are We All Safe
Can you waste time
With
Reperations
Jesus Christ
Believe in me
For US
My 1st 2n an 4th are trashed
Which State 1st i just called big homie
Won 50 thousand counties
Its a lie if i lose we are lied 4 more
Biden Youre Evil 2 Republicans
Youre using non identification votes
Thats 1k difference
For each pole
Thats false ballots
You pre imputive striked a former Presidential Electoral
Lock me away
Ill call joe rogan
Ill call elon musk
Ill call jeff bezos
Ill call mark zuckerberg
Ill call donald trump
Ill call my wife Mariah Carey
Kings Alive
They misbehave lets strike
We strike till November 5th
If trump lose we fire all employees an shutdown
An let them pay for US
Or meet what?
Thats beyond this coversation
Versaii
Tears
Francz
Bye Son
We Celebrate 250 years as 1
A whole year party
You got hamburgers Harris County
Im in G
So far they counted
I counted two minus 2
Thats not a fair fight
Call me later do me like last night
Im sore but war is what you want
Im building every building
Hamburger hill
Real brussels
Manhattan
Space Balloons an beepers
Dear space x
Dear nasa
Im selling space emps
An guns
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 9:59 PM UTC
Meisel, Hoene,
****** Alexander,
Klobe, Juppe,
Henderson, Crow,
Albrecht, IDA Maragaretha,
Alfedelt, Johannes,
Wilhelm, Holzworth...
Aug 27, 2024
Aug 27, 2024 at 9:45 PM UTC
A lifetime suffered a lost love be found wearing no mask
but lovers wore many
each time we crossed roads again.
Now a mandatory sinester splinter
requiring mask as chip to buy food,
is implemented overnight.
I was hunted down trashed for years
and wished I wore masks for safety. prayed long my enemies be isolated from staining my treasures with distrust.
dreamt to be loved regardless of race creed nationality or social status;
we all seem faceless prompting
equality but, are we just one race?
Are we really faceless underneath macabre fear stained masks?
Now everyone good and evil tastes a bit of their own enforced medicine
on locked down mode eat sleep
isolating themselves just like they did me
this offeres no justice no relief
This pandemic universal malady
seeing no class no status
our abodes or manssions are prisons prisons for our mind!
clipping our last freedom wings
we are so tired of wars after wars.
Louis Amstrong song
"What a Wonderful World"
just keeps popping in mind at
6:49 AM George Noory radio show
Have we surrendered our freedoms
for safety to live life free-less?
Do we then deserve any?
Isolated years endured has saved me from untimely death where enemies
ploted profiting from my demise.
I remain aware awake enough to understand there's a cat inside this
Pandora's box lid closed up quickly.
Governments hording many a secret
unreleased but what is the mystery?
The value of liberating truth
is the price placed on a lie
sold to us all for mare peanuts
to keep us asleep sheeply
masked obeying or else
face illness untimely death,
distrusting all even ourselves,
is the new way of life the big change.
Can the world ever trust anything
anyone entity government
friend family stranger?
We aren't cowards nor lack courage
we are exausted enough to give up
surely temporarily though
for the human spirit relentless is
resilient outwordly born free
like you, like me, like us.
ditch the masks accept no chips
Let's grab this weird dictatirial change
by it's ugly covert horns.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Karijinbba
05-11.2020
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC
Not so long
from now;
You would have
conversations that
would shake the world.
We can't afford to
Trump that.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 8:44 AM UTC
GET TO YOUR CANONS!!
A solider get's shot,
A whole troop gunned down,
And then, another, and another,
War, what is it good for?
Death,
The smell of it.
Future?
Questionable.
Why must humans play these games?
Why must we watch as another man dies?
WW3 possibility or undeniable.
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 9:25 PM UTC
Dear Mr. Sunshine,
“When will dad be home to sing me a lullaby again?”
Those words
are stapled to the back of my head every waking day by our daughter
whose pouty lips tremble as she kisses your picture
then slowly looks up at me,
“soon.”
What else am I to say
when I ask myself the same **** question
every day, every night
and every year.
Then the sirens sing,
and we hide under a small table
as a group of men search for explosives,
gunshots echo through the shack and numb my ears
a small girl from across the room coughs up tomato soup
and is instantly tossed out onto the cold streets
of the October blue
Dear Mr. Sunshine,
It is now the end of December
and instead of snow wrapped around our little town like a blanket
there is chilled blue flames
that leave children screaming
screaming at the fire for taking their family.
Dear Mr. Sunshine,
It has been months since you wrote back
and years since I have seen you.
Now it’s March and sky is flooded with silver waste
and as I looked up from my balcony
the door began to ring,
I ran to the door
and saw your bright blue face,
with your soft pale eyes
but your soul wasn’t you
your mind had been replaced by the war.
And as I opened my ears to speak
I saw the knife in your hands and as you whispered
“I love you”
the light that was you
went through the sharp jagged edges
and sank into my heart,
sunshine took over my lungs
and darkness sunk behind my eyes
Dear Mr. Sunshine,
where are you?
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
“Here’s your morning PSA,
Laced with saccharine and anaesthetic,
Unfortunately the missiles are on their way,
So leave the sick and try not to panic,
Ignore the hysteria, and those calling your name,
Avert your eyes as the world sets aflame,
We apologise for keeping this from you,
Secret for all of these years,
But please keep in mind, though we’ll aim for your rescue,
Death is the least of your fears
This will be our last transition,
I’m afraid the president must catch his flight,
You may wait to hear from us but until then,
Goodbye, goodluck and goodnight.”
We were the PVC plastic barbie dolls,
Waiting to be burned alive,
Unlucky enough to live,
We woke up to an absence of we,
No Nevada left to test in,
So I’m a model mannequin,
Melt me down,
Tick-Tick-Tick,
The light was white and empty,
Tick-Tick-Tick,
My madness steeped in silence
Tick-Tick-Tickety,
Geiger is telling me to run,
Tickety-Tickety-Tickety,
But it’s no use now,
I threw up on Monday,
Tuesday, I choke back fallout,
Ignore the bubbles when it hits my skin,
On Wednesday, my gums blink bright red,
Thursday I know I am all alone because the wind has ceased to blow,
And Friday I realise I am not,
They came with rubber masks,
Silicone,
Respirators and coils of filters,
We both had big black eyes,
But neither of us saw people reflected in them,
I counted three,
Alpha, Beta, Gamma,
One smiles by exhaling clean air,
Reaches out a hand across the barren wasteland,
Fingers tipped with lead and tells me:
“There’s a prize for the last standing.”
I am not ionised,
So I bruise every time they touch me,
These guides through plagues of acid rain,
The graveyard of monuments stripped bare by a world of rot,
My hair falls out as I breathe dead air,
I don’t remember what PSA stands for,
I don’t remember my name,
I bleed sand and the echo of a failed civilisation,
But with heavy breathing and a muffled voice,
Gas masks filtering what used to keep me alive,
I wonder if there is anything behind those masks at all,
I know there is nothing behind mine,
None of us are human anymore,
And we haven’t been for quite some time,
Together, we watch the sky rain black ash.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
We are never at peace
Although thats how it seems
And the weight I've been carrying
Has finally been lifted off my shoulders
But i've kept my walls up and they are closley gaured
As I will find my lover
And he shall find me
But until then I prepare for WWIII
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC