Poem

Sol Logos

Dagobah Resident
Serpents, quorum, Illuminati,
Jesuits, khazars, anunnaki.
13 families, Venice black nobility,
tales of bulls**t since antiquity.

New world order, toilet water,
Sh**t flushed down with your disorder,
Mind virus, upside down fictions,
Symbols can’t hide perverted addictions

Think we’re all the f**ken same?
Your soul is toast, dead as Cain,
you’re even shit at your own game.
Punch, you miss and hit your face.

F**king delusional divine right to rule.
Spellbind yourself deluded fool.
We see you, see you, time is up,
last days motherf**ker, buckle up!

F**ked yourself, yourself to blame.
Every Cain an act, the same.
You’re not a fan of your flailing fame?
But your days numbered all the same.

Your occult false, batshit toss.
You’re losing’s looming, turn to salt.
Your time’s Kali Yuga, Revelation?
Lost your edge in masturbation?

Don’t like it? Suck my c**k!
Every age you lose your spot.
PR perspectives on psychopathic,
your ponerised sickness wrapped in plastic.

Yeah I’m crude but you’re f**ked!
Eons of hell are piling up.
Biting your flesh, you’re would-be gods,
Dark in hovels, the rot in hordes.

Baal, Mithra, Satan, Lucifer,
grandest masters of neutered bacteria.
Pretentious appeals won’t keep you from bleeding,
Your blood’s only blue when you stop breathing.

I’m your worse nightmare aware aware,
one of the many arising stares.
Nihilism imprisons you bad decisions,
reality slaps you, the hardest collision.

Your puppets all tangled,
your strings all mangled,
your propaganda’s infantile,
you’re outed now, pedophile.

Nothing stopping what’s coming,
nothing coming you can summon,
nothing’s your best contribution,
you’ll own nothing but your sad delusion…
 

Sol Logos

Dagobah Resident
Apologies accidentally hit post above. Wanted to say in title - a poem about the powers who believe themselves to be. It’s the start of a rap verses will maybe put to music. I censored the swearing - but I hope that’s enough for the forum guidelines?

Serpents, quorum, Illuminati,
Jesuits, khazars, anunnaki.
13 families, Venice black nobility,
tales of bulls**t since antiquity.

New world order, toilet water,
Sh**t flushed down with your disorder,
Mind virus, upside down fictions,
Symbols can’t hide perverted addictions

Think we’re all the f**ken same?
Your soul is toast, dead as Cain,
you’re even shit at your own game.
Punch, you miss and hit your face.

F**king delusional divine right to rule.
Spellbind yourself deluded fool.
We see you, see you, time is up,
last days motherf**ker, buckle up!

F**ked yourself, yourself to blame.
Every Cain an act, the same.
You’re not a fan of your flailing fame?
But your days numbered all the same.

Your occult false, batshit toss.
You’re losing’s looming, turn to salt.
Your time’s Kali Yuga, Revelation?
Lost your edge in masturbation?

Don’t like it? Suck my c**k!
Every age you lose your spot.
PR perspectives on psychopathic,
your ponerised sickness wrapped in plastic.

Yeah I’m crude but you’re f**ked!
Eons of hell are piling up.
Biting your flesh, you’re would-be gods,
Dark in hovels, the rot in hordes.

Baal, Mithra, Satan, Lucifer,
grandest masters of neutered bacteria.
Pretentious appeals won’t keep you from bleeding,
Your blood’s only blue when you stop breathing.

I’m your worse nightmare aware aware,
one of the many arising stares.
Nihilism imprisons you bad decisions,
reality slaps you, the hardest collision.

Your puppets all tangled,
your strings all mangled,
your propaganda’s infantile,
you’re outed now, pedophile.

Nothing stopping what’s coming,
nothing coming you can summon,
nothing’s your best contribution,
you’ll own nothing but your sad delusion…
 
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