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Dark Man Awaits
“The signs of the times signal us that
the Rapture is near--that the final sequence
of events could unfold at any moment.
If this planet is truly going to hell,
where is the damn hand basket?
Open your eyes.
Do you not notice
that we are surrounded
by religious, cult, & political hypocrisy,
by Catholic celibacy that twists trusted priests
into dimorphic pedophiles,
by suicide bombers dispersing death,
scattering bodies like dead leaves
wherever the innocent shop or gather,
by embedded Islamic Mimids parroting
Koranic vocalizations as they flip the red switches
on their C-4 vests in order to transport their drab souls
into imagined perfect orchards of peace,
where myriads of virgins flutter,
where murder imitates honor,
where zeal invades reason,
by omnivoric Genera that wholly worship
consumption, favoring it over conservation,
by anonymous probing fingers that hoard
terra-bites of distinctive data on every one
of us as we busily conduct the domesticity of our days,
by modified media sound bites that often seem
barely associated with “truth”--that much too elusive
specter we often overlook or cannot see with its
translucent flesh and pink albinistic eyes?
So where is the vehicle of our escape,
our valve that maintains our sanity,
our release from the accepted madness,
our guide through the fiscal cliffs & slippery slopes?
Will the solution be messianic or demonic?
Will it appear before the oceans rise so high
that America will become Atlantis?
I love the sound of a gadfly
in the morning.
It sounds like
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