The 11th hour sermon

SlavaOn

Jedi Master
A new poem, just finished...

The 11th hour sermon.

You - useless eater,
Who did you help?
You are just
a pleasure
seeker
By feeding you junk,
Providing drugs
We made you
weaker
and weaker

You were always conned,
Deceived and misled
You are not
a critical
thinker
Then, it is on you
That you swallowed our lies -
Hook,
line
and sinker

You are not a man
To stand for yourself
No balls,
no guts,
no vigor
You did not resist
Mob's pillage and loot
You did
not kill
the n**g**r

You did not object
To inject a vaccine
When promised
salvation
quicker
We only put
A gun to your head
But you
have pulled
the trigger

We are who we are
Resolute and resolved
We are not
your brother's
keeper
From the dust you came
To the dust you'll return
It is time
to unleash
the Reaper*

* aka The Reset
 
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