one person said: "peace is nothing but illusion
all I want is retribution"
[from "Pure Power" by Zardonic]
that's something I can identify with, which is why
I decided to write this heap of lines
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on a shooting range in a boondock la[ɛ]nd
with gloves pU̲t on; sta[ɛ]nd
in front of an autocratic ruler chained
by his hands to two moola safes'
[greed]
handles looking way
like an old-fangled car directing wheel
[steering wheel]
have this die-hard fool restrained
so that he, more or less, is still
I'm not a scho[ɑ]lar who can wave
around a degree in the medics field
but it's obvi this high-hat dO̲U̲chebag's plagued
with megalomania in a neglected condition
but there's a dreadfully effectual treatment
and he'll get it like villains
quite a gruesome fate
is looming upon this power-befuddled ****
like darkened clouds that, beyo[ɑ]nd a doubt, are soon to rain
["dark end"]
like waveriders, he's go[ʌ]nna serve
["surf"]
as a punchbag for I'm in quite a mood to raze
gonna wI̲nd up as nada short
of a ****** loon today
like Battinson, clepe me Vengeance
but I'm more something like the Zorro-looking caped
anti-autocratic vigila[ɛ]nte
from the Norsefire-ruled UK
[V from "V For Vendetta"]
meets someone whose work field's tormenting
like victimizers who pertain
to LE in one tsar-sized off-putting state
[law enforcement]
you know, the one that's go[ɑ]t a putrid trait
of always posing as a side you shouldn't blame (it's all the West!)
(now, let's go back to the foul autocrat)
like a jerky boss that you disdain
I give this no[ɑ]b a cool g'day
by douching him from a bo[ɑ]ttle full of straight-
-fro[ʌ]m-a-cooler H2O; just a fE̲w secs break
for him, & once it's U̲p, I ****** this base
being fro[ʌ]m a stE̲wpot great
with **[ɑ]t-a## noodles aimed
into this hU̲mbug's stupid face
[the "hang noodles on the ears" expression]
pepper it with some ground 7-po[ɑ]t to boost the taste
feel how I, like a husband who betrayed
his devoted, yet testy, wife, get rudely gazed
at, racked, beda[ɛ]mned (by who?)
by food-lacking men from Africla[ɛ]nd
[Africa]
ask him: "is the provided food okay?"
zero gratitU̲de displayed
all that comes from this sno[ɑ]t's bazoo's complaint
but nO̲[ɑ]t that I'm surprised
a typical pro[ɑ]sperous gobshite
the tack priorly applied
I do the same with a bucket full of maroonish paint
[autocrats have blood on their hands, hence "maroonish paint"]
like that music producer famed for dull future bass
I put on his viscous head a **** bucket
[Marshmello]
whereafter pick a wedge up & drum it
[golf wedge]
and, like a heap, I barely get started
[worn-out car]
like an unprepped passenger on an insane car ride
with no seat restraints applied
he's about to have a way hard time
I'm a cosmetic surgeon that operates part-time
fix his blamed jawline in just twain sharp swipes
with a steel bat, then yield some keen slaps
that meet his kneecaps until the knees snap
like the Baba Yaga hitman detached
from his peaceful life by someone ge[ɪ]tting him mad
[John Wick]
get his nails removed
which is pretty much the same that you do
when you repaper a room
[wall nails]
having perforated his fingertips
I ge[ɪ]t 'em plastered
a few minutes later, I rip them things
off 'kin/sim. to wax strips
he gets his phA̲[eɪ]lanxes smitten with
a freaking ratchet
[rathet wrench]
pro[ɑ]b'ly, he regrets
that his bo[ɑ]dy's still not dead
pick U̲p a pistol, set
a drum-like clip in, get
it cocked, then shoot lead around his silhouette
till the clip has zero ammunition left
seems like this once co[ɑ]cky piece of dreck
has gotten his khaki chinos wet
but if I've go[ɑ]t him in a sweat
like a summer jo[ɑ]gger being dressed
in venthole-deficient threads
for this brash dude, there's bad news
like me when I write some sick bloodshed
sadly for him, I've not finished yet (uh-uh)
like a runner that's go[ɑ]t some distance left
to complete, & it's not as dark as things can get
'cause, like the heroine o[ʌ]f M. Streep in "Death
Becomes Her" after falling fro[ʌ]m that string of steps
I've got a somewhat twisted head
[Madeline Ashton; the staircase fall scene]
so consider this as an insult-to-inju[—]ry sesh
grab a brace of scissors
for garden mainte[—]nance; Richard
Trager comes into play; begin ta
amputate his fingers; operate at leisure
disarticulate 'em I̲nto twenty eight **** pieces
cauterizing the remains with illuminated cI̲gars
fling into his piggish face some tissues
and some pain relievers
tell this nazissistic patient "hE̲A̲l up"
["****" in the sense of being "severely intolerant or dictatorial"]
let him relax for eighteen minutes
over the spa[ɛ]n of whI̲ch I put on play "La Chica
Rockabilly" & some other ro[ɑ]ckabilly
jams to make the whole vibe a mite less grisly
like an NA brown bear that is gravely injured
["mightless grizzly"; North American]
(as, in fact, this tragic-fated bleeder)
whereafter spray him with a
["wither"]
can of gas & make his dicta—
—torial a## go ablaze akin ta
a straw-fabricated figure
during gala days at the late of winter
[Maslenitsa effigy]
telling this piece of trash "in case you wI̲[ɪ]nd up
in somewhat of Hades, give a
warm shalom to the infamous ******"
consider this autocratic ****
a sugar daddy's skirt
'cause he's gotten what he was asking for
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oh, & one thing more to say: the
nullified, like ruler's presiding terms, dictator
was known among some as "toilet sprayer"
like a scuttered urinator

Death Valley
Crypto-Crucified / *** bei Hinnom

Following the route of Arimathea and then Emmaus with our weary feet, we entered the southwestern region towards Jerusalem, specifically *** bei Hinnom. We were obviously heading for Bethlehem, but the Apostle decided to spend the night here.
Vernarth speaks through the voice of the Apostle:
The southwestern gate of Jerusalem, open facing the valley, came to be known as the valley of the son of Hinnom. Here Israelite residents who worshiped Moloch used to perform rituals heralding destruction. In those ancient times the Canaanites sacrificed children to the god Moloch by setting them on fire, burning them alive…; a practice that was outlawed by King Josiah when the practice disappeared, it became the city dump where ******* was incinerated, and also the carcasses of animals or those of some criminals. The garbage can and the fire make the metaphor to indicate that the "Garbage" (disobedient) are those that burn day and night. Later, after this narration…, Es Apostle led them to Mount Zion, where the coffin of King David is. Where "The Last Supper with the Apostles" was held here

Vernarth Pandemic MMXX parasychological insert, comment...:
Magaf in Hebrew means “Boot” and since the quarantine began in March ..., being happened in Israel in a nation with a vast history of pandemics, it is that since biblical times immemorial it has always been plagued by plagues, it has been a maximum in comparison with the reality of the world that does not change in its virulent evolution. It has a root of Bota, which could be related to social passages of the Bible in the context of Quarantine, which in Hebrew means isolation "בידוד", which has a similar root to Magaf, giving the genesis that this apology coincidentally provoked the virological expansion in Italy, suggesting its geography in the form of a "Boot" such as Italy is. From where the itch of this Pandemic began to the secular world in great mortality statistics.

The Valley of Death, exemplifies the opening of waters, the Arab and Israeli slopes. Polytheism instituted between archaic social networks, degenerating the infallible root to which each belongs, in its independence root, of aggressive and autonomous trait to survive on themselves. Moloch or Melech, as they are called by the Jews, today is a leading agent of the overcrowding of the archaeo-cultural, practicing trades of high violent intercultural religious confrontation. Two intuitive cultures, two nations, different gods and languages, the two walked through Gehenna burning as ancient culture in its inseparable history that bound them from the invading hands of the past-present. Avodah Zarah in Hebrew: "foreign cult" is the name of a Talmudic treatise from theNezikin order of the Mishnah and the Talmud. Nezikín is the fourth order of the Mishnah and the Talmud, Nezikín is an order that deals with the laws regarding damages. The main theme of the Avodah Zarah treaty is the laws relating to the Jews living among the Gentiles the goyim, the treaty includes regulations on the interaction between Jews and "idolaters" who represented the majority of the population. not Jewish or Gentile during the writing of the Babylonian Talmud. Here it shows that with each other, weak in the face of intergeneration, they have conspired, by not manifesting the healthy coexistence for Dogma or its mega culture, which appeased and deafened the innocents who followed them ..., becoming their repentant and victimizers-martyrs.

Says the Apostle: "On Mount Zion, I was with the teacher at" The Last Supper. “Very close to *** bei Hinnom, which predicts Life and Death beyond our beliefs, but if it is death ..., it is the angel in his consort who is accompanied by others, freeing us from the sin that we hide by crushing ourselves in the overloaded Karma "

Vernarth replies: “beyond our trajectories to be built…, today we are plunged into a techno-idolatry, subjugated to the trans-nationality of world networks, which deliberate and trans-compete under our tutelage, having no other options than to coexist while avoiding slavery itself before Moloch, sacrificing our children to the altar of the aforementioned "Technotheism", giving them intelligence beyond all valleys, which force us to depend on an overwhelming social and technological electromagnetic dependence. Falling noisily backwards to the ritual hillside, to be plausibly handed over as "Human Tech Trash." Depositing in us millions and trillions of neutrinos and radiations through universal space, like that of any Mythological God, lying abandoned to time without end ..., beyond Life and The fabulous Death. Or perhaps our Last Supper ..., we will be very present in our daily lives in this incipient technological techno-theism, worshiping the God who will imprison us in his algorithms like a whole man, or perhaps one day we will be traded in Crypto-Currencies for a broker on Wall Street, to be delivered and betrayed by this Broker-Judas to our critical-crucified collapse, paying for the sins of others, burned in Gehenna, on burning garbage that we ourselves have deposited and Nó!

Imagine a fly, buzzing, eyes pointed in all directions, searching
 
As it swoops down a sweet plum, delighting in the opportunity to feel full
 
Imagine a small child, running across the floor, sock feet sliding across the wood
 
As he splats that fly with a swatter, wings breaking, life ending, blood and guts splatter
 
A fly that will fly no more, a boy who will **** again. And a fruit that is spoiled by violence.
 
Imagine a squirrel, scampering down from a tree, pinecones secured in his furry cheeks
 
He has enough. He has even more than enough. As he rushes off to cross the street, happy.
 
Imagine that same boy. Or a different boy. Or girl. It doesn’t really matter. 
 
Driving a car, speeding, feeling free as he feels the thump thump thumping of his tires running over the world.
 
And then splat. The boy does not stop. The squirrel stops forever. The pinecones are ****** in blood.
 
Imagine the boy again. Sitting on the couch. Eating the ribs of another animal. As he shoots and shoots at unknown targets. The bodies disappearing as the game finally ends.
 
And then imagine it isn’t a game. And the boy is so angry. He doesn’t know why. And that makes it worse.
 
He is not heartless, his heart has been broken. His soul darkened. As the bodies hit the floor, and someone screams.
 
As victimizers become victims, and the victims pile higher. As everything around is spoiled by violence. 
 
Imagine a world without violence, imagine it if you can.

So many want to be victims
Especially the victimizers

In the end all walls fall
Then who are the risers?

Peace last night; Peace this morning
Truly I give thanks

My roommate killed a man once
Went to prison for robbing banks

I'm going back to sleep
America the Obscene

But that cannot be healed
By any new vaccine

Yes, I hide away
Yes, I like the snow

If she called tomorrow night
Surely I would go

But that is unwanted wish.
Will she call? No no.