The modern day embodiment of Plato's philosophies gave rise to thieves who create those atrocities of late
If you swallow what the state says, you're honestly a brain-dead and rotting heap of zombie meat.
We create payola policies of Crayola quality. We make up the Ponzi Schemes that bankrupt economies
then blame fuckin' poverty and bottom feeders.
Gotta be this way? No. Gonna be this way 'cuz I say so.
Stay close, follow me. Take orders properly. Stay broke, fall to knee and pray, hope, grovel, plead, and
this/that. Obey you authorities and if that's a problem we encourage you to say so, but quietly.
'Cuz make no mistakes bro, we'll break both your collars, knees, and face bone,
penetrate your grey skull, lobotomy your brain slow,
sodomied by flamethrowers, barbecued and flayed open, slaughtered more than Grey's whole Anatomy could
name homie. Double-crossing me? Better think on it.
Take a moment. Ponder while you're chained, drawn, and quartered whether
chainsaw or boiling oil brang more enjoyment for you!
...Or just play bogus. Fake it like you ain't notice anything.
President don't play along? Brains blown to smithereens: Abe Lincoln, Kennedy.
King, Malcolm, Huey P. Kings have been guillotined! Think that you ain't gon' feel the sting of the Killa Beez?
Bank on it. Everything you think you own, you don't... banks own it. Masonic symbols on currency.
We claim coincidence when it ain't so, begetting a nation full of a-holes face-rolling in shit.
And they don't give a shit!
Amazing, isn't it? But ignorance is bliss and complacency's a bitch.
Train a generation to be slaves as little kids,
the next one won't complain when they're chained up getting whipped.
Anyone who wades through our mazes of scripted events is labeled an idiot-brained, crazed conspiracist.
Deranged and clinically insane 'cuz they're paying attention,
so the only valid response is to shame and belittle them.
Our agents spit venom and flame at 'em, anything but engage with 'em serious, while remaining conspicuous
on conspiracy websites entirely populated and moderated by people who ain't conspiracists!
Some brave citizens raising dissidence amidst waves of infiltrants trained to shill against them.
Agent Smiths in this Matrix of mis/dis-information, 'cept for UK and Cinnamon.
But this ancient, wicked enslavement system isn't getting saved.
We built it this way as a prison for the insane and demented.
It is plagued with victims of division games in infinite pain.
We split 'em into big gangs of illiterate, craven, hypocrite
shit-stains, with pencil dicks waved in semi-impotent rage against dissension.
Favoritism is a big thang. Prevent you spittin' major wisdom in a big way with censorship.
Parrots living in a big Cage. No Nicolas could save this Christmas, it's a bit late.
Their mission is to stay in their lane and to get paid. Too arrogant to maybe consider that they're getting played.
Mention it and they get livider than Rick James was gettin' when cocaine would hit 'im in the rib cage.
They're kicking shit and flailing sensitive-skinned babes and mental midget cavemen primitives.
You're lame and your claims of innocence have fallen on deaf ears. I'm Beethoven bitch! Debate's over!
...Get a makeover, put a cape on, take hold of this dick and make your apology
or pay your deposit, please. Ain't no option C. Make sure to take the blue pill from the pharmacy and
eat larger quantities. Three quarter-pounder cheese-burgers, double Whoppers need some love too, fuck you.
Enjoy you irradiated mango and cottage cheese. Grape soda promptly leads to brain stroke and heart disease.
Gravestones oughtta read: "Pale old doctors be the real Ghostface Killahs...no Kangol or Wallabees."
Participate in this staged Idiocracy of payoffs and briberies, layoffs and lobbying.
Praise the hypocrisy and feigned generosity of faithless and Godless beings made into Gods and Kings.
War is our main methodology. War on poor folks creating more poverty.
War on drugs, and not for safety but profiting. Wars of terror spread in the name of democracy!
You can't see the mockery?
Not even in the form of Nobel Peace Prizes gave to Obama on a day that he was bombing people?
And we're the same ones that claimed that Saddam was evil. So we hanged 'im then framed Al-Assad as lethal.
Then we gave guns and raised funds to start a revolt. And we named 'em the Great Mother Isis reborn.
Shoulda gave us a stake to the heart, we're cold-blooded vampires and forked-tongued damn liars!
Our murders assassinated Gaddhafi before he could empower and raise up the common people
by money partnered with gold. Thought he was gonna replace the petrodollar, we smoked his ass
Choked and dragged through the dead heat and folks just laughed as we poked his ass with machetes.
You viewing these crimes as bravery's quite deceitful. For surely I'm highly amazed at that kind of deep throat.
I shouldn't be though; you're trained to admire evil. Your giant egos are prey to the giant eagle.
The higher we rose, the PLANE-er the lies are exposed.
You know how it goes: aim, cock, *Blakka*, reload the propaganda.
Loki gone bananas with the Golden Rod in hand to control the modern manimal.
The Protocols of Cannibals showed us how to channel with the
long-forgotten Pantheons and woe-begotten phantoms of old.
Souls departed from the Holy Garden, shackled in stone in a gargantuan, glow-in-the-dark castle of bones
in a volcano that moats a small chapel.
Ghost-form Vatican Popes on horseback with chloroform patches and ropes.
A faux-Dracula gores his war path. World of Warcraft in a cold and stark attic
where coal-horned jackalopes roam in tall caverns 'neath an old Los Angeles home.
You haven't a hope of defining the divine with myopic mind of a Vulcan scientist.
Widen your scope, kid. Get blinded by the light when it's shining in focus,
make vaginas out your eye sockets, positively mind-fucking primal implosions
of the spirals and the phi symbols, 9s and 25s that's comprising the code.
Try to decode the sciences behind the occult which I have occulted.
The five-sided fiery goat of Scientism.
The Great One, the Final Insult.
The High Religion of The State, son: The Lightbringer Cult.
The finest assault on the plane since The Bible was wrote.
The lie that we told reshaped space and time to a globe!
A Titanic hoax specifically designed to invoke a sense of worthlessness, you're purposeless and life is a joke.
A virus that grows and thrives for the life of the host and violently closes the minds of the brightest adults
that it can find. Fortified and vitamin-coated to make you mortified to codify the lies you absorb.
The bottom line is we can quantify the sign of a slope. You're more than qualified to go and try to find it you won't!
It's been immortalized and we're requiring you to buy into the enormous lie that you're a flying body in motion.
Try to retort; you're lying in denial. We're porcupines, you porks are spineless; swines deboned.
Presided over by nihilistic liars in bow ties and a guy who just won't die!
Consider his affliction; unlikely a long life. A decade is a miracle. Why is he on five and counting? It's hysterical.
A masterpiece of fake false flaggery. What they call gravity is based on fallacies.
Create fraud math and get a play-smart patsy an ornate jaw pad to give a great sarcastic speech!
The audacity. Feinted y'all masterfully. Now pay for a NASA geek to fake your reality and wait for it happily.
And sorry Captain but we ain't going back to see the dang-gone flag
because we can't go dammit! So there ain't no flag to see! Laugh at the flashes as it raises up magically.
That's the reaction made from 10Ks blastin' on that shaky-ass, tacky-looking, banged up craft?
That was straight up fantasy! A preposterously baked-up botching of a space shuttle launching costing
costing eight bucks tops...being craned up. Obviously ain't no rockets made of tape and epoxy.
It's a lame duck mock. A cardboarded and black construction paper box with a dang go kart beneath a
dinged up tarp, all strang up sloppy like a fake fuck prop from a Bang Bus bondage scene!
...It's appalling even. Shameful technology that takes off Rocky like it banged on Apollo Creed.
Alien colonies arranged horizontally, we ALL live on a plane...snakes on the property.
The age old prophecy of Page 4, Column B. We play God constantly and make y'all all believe
The Great Wizard of Oz. We dictate the mob to see the Emperor's New Clothes but kids say the darnedest things.
So we educate y'all forcefully. Ya ain't thought logically since grade school? That just means we
trained you properly. A bitch made cross between Tin Man and Dorothy, Scarecrow and Lion:
weak and cowardly. A pussy where your aorta oughtta be. Eighth-quart of pudding in your brainless noggin
and ya ain't enough dog to pull the drape back off me 'fore the Ape Bird Army comes to raid your quarantine!
Soft pacifists with rainbow satchels and some shades on? This ain't fuckin' paintball practice bitch it's straight war!
Put away your baseball bats, I'm droppin' napalm canisters in strafe bomb patterns on ya.
Strayed lost cattles under siege! Y'all monks in the street going against a tank, dog?
Abbot, I will face-palm slap a chicken, stank ho ratchet bitch's face OFF while rockin' an 8-Ball jacket.
I invaded your clans and reclaimed your land for God, enslaved your ancestors, raped your grandmothers,
erased your past, then named y'all Africans and made y'all ass kiss the same God afterwards!
I'm the master of Chaos Sorcery. Pay your taxes or face more torturing!
Provide me with worship; if you die on me before this you will FRY in a furnace built to make your corpse scream!
Praise Lord Jehovah's Gleaming Great Golden War Machine!
Bring forth the molten-breathing Angelic Armored Legion!
Chains off the starving, teething vanguard of Altered Beasts!
GAME OVER, holla, peace! And take home a slice of pizza!
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