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Drones

Posted: April 5, 2016 in Poetry
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Intro: A completed work addressing religious zealotry.
Draft: https://silentscholar.com/2014/01/07/drones-draft/

Anti-zealotry…

I don’t blame belief…
But the believers…
And our deceivers…
Funded by whores who own the media…
Not only the corporate beasts…
But the social speech…
Shared through corner alleys and beats…
Brainwashed poisoned beings that preach…
Rhetoric that heats…
Sadly leads to lobotomies..

Drone beings who only believe one way…
All other paths bane…
Must maim…
While in same breath claim our path is supreme…
As if some High Being gave us the keys…
While locking out the rest of humanity…
Fated them to never be redeemed…
As the zealots continue to scream…
Their tainted beliefs!

Breeding plenty of sheep…
Disposable beings…
Who will sacrifice for something “heavenly”
Become the ultimate remedy…
Raised among right ones…
While the rest of us snuffed…

Because the powers to be…
Feed off the misery…
Feed and process the next set of beasts…
Who breathe hate…
Deceive…
Repeat…

Drones {Draft}

Posted: January 7, 2014 in Poetry
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Anti-zealotry…

I don’t blame belief…
But the believers…
And our deceivers…
Funded by whores who own the media…
Not only the corporate beasts…
But the social speech…
Shared through corner alleys and beats…
Brainwashed poisoned beings that preach…
Rhetoric that heats…
Sadly leads to lobotomies..

Drone beings who only believe one way…
All other paths bane…
Must maim…
While in same breath claim our path is supreme…
What has happened to humanity…?

Intro: Pieces…Pieces…Missing pieces…Pieces found…What picture will I see? One of the more darker works…

So hard to grasp what’s real…
Pieces peeled back to reveal “shades” of grey…
Jagged edged with no place being where they are…
Perhaps they personify my very heart…
Always feeling out of place…
With no ability to placate this animus that emenates…
Pumps straight through my veins…
Circulates…
Hence each breath I breathe carries “bodies” built by bane…
With no hope for any escape from this premade fate…
I breathe these pieces in…
I breathe them back in…

While my eyes wince tight…
Jagged edges migrate…
Loose ties bound by singed strips of sinewed skin…
Pinned to a central weight…Spins the wheel towards the preordained…
For no matter how hard I try to right my place…
I have no control over my own fate…

Or my very own soul chooses all the plights…
Hence my body begets blight…
For right is not me…
My heart attempts to fight…
Pulse by inspite of the vile edged pieces of me…
But there shall be no relief until my soul’s released…
For it’s not me…!!!
Birth merged two unknown beings…!!!
I’m not me!!!