Alternate. Control. Delete. - Poem by Ximmi Moon
Superficial sainthood and rebels of reason,
Converts to the clock with hands of treason,
Momentarily ticking time bombs,
Annihilating Communist catacombs,
Smothering hallucinogenic ideals
Into what was once our Achilles' heels;
Handicapped by lies, acquiring dignity by age,
Crucifying the spies executed on the front page,
Systematically enslaved... I must create
A defense of truth no one can debate:
Conceptual salvation in an artist's imagination
Redefines creation through one's own sublimation.
Sensational it may be - conscientious credibility,
Aesthetically, perpetually, infinitely eternity!
Inviting the living dead, lobotomizing their dread
Into an amalgamation of indignation seething from the head
Of the comical shytstorm defecating on the Italian heart -
An infectious disease, clogging arteries from the very start
Barbaric mediocrity took the reigns of a society.
Theatric democracy mimed by predators of piety,
Staging Cyclopic visions of an American Mordor,
Dictating wickedness, wreaking scenes of more gore
On a televised screen. Hypnotic and unserene,
The quixotic queen broadcasts a necro-utopian machine,
Squandering fundamental intuition within a square,
Philandering consequential indecision without a care!
All these goddamn Pharisees hibernating the minds of you and me,
Seducing us to heresies, castrating truth in Civilization Blasphemy!
Universal entrapment predisposed through theological assimilation
Bivouac a cul-de-sac of burros who oppose philosophical determination
At its culmination. The exactitude of this magnitude oh so rude
Submits a proclamation fighting the feud of this servitude, gods of crude!
Your flight draws near. The light is here - rebellion's mutineer
Arousing the fear, so lend me your ear. Don't follow. Just hear! !
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