2025.11.11

And between saints, demons, and the mass of people,

Set under a dramatically cast dimming of cloudy skies,

Grazed many oversized dinosaurs, unaware of the time.

But, Satan delighted distorting reality,

So he forced them all on the same ark,

With floods and storms surrounding all,

And the evernight haunting from above.

And, in those woody-water soaked walls,

Satan searched for them set upon glory,

To find vessels amplifying horrifying plans,

And embody rage upon all within the ark.

But the people suffered in the ark swaying heaven and hell,

And, while the saints found many different righteous causes,

The demons stealthily infiltrated all the ark's leadership roles,

Allowing Satan to began possessing a hellishly terrible demon.

Yet, throughout the ark's violent lurching into social disintegration,

The bulky oblivious dinosaurs ate all food stocks without any care.

And so, within the storm, the ark rocked bitterly toward a high-top,

As the dove flew off to find land, having envisioned a smashed hull.

Oh, hope my dove, fly back this way soon,

Beaking a mythical land's scaly apple twig.

2025.11.09

Light,

And wind,

There is peak,

That some seek,

An ascension I speak,

Civilization’s shining cap,

Sitting as knowing monarch,

Looking judgementally upon lands,

Golden thrones in their heavenly homes,

Gathering-up the robot’s information tomes,

So they may draw from the land its glowing flesh,

Its trees, elements, rivers, pooling places, its hard bones,

And within vast riches of pillage from a community’s labour,

Amplifying their ascendant pitch so a world is of their reflection.

For some only focus on highly idealistic end results of a selfish project,

Believing they’ve found the secrets of authority ushering a swift ascension,

Or an understanding from supreme information sent to them by all-divine gods,

Leading them to brutally stumble over required steps that arrive to peak humanely,

Becoming a disfigured blue-yellowing bruise as they trip themselves by speedy stride.

And, when they finally ascend the peak, to then self-reflect within the mirror at the stair’s top,

Only will they see a hideous and battered monster, that battled to peak without any step of care,

And so mortified will they become, that they will tumble down the stairs, forced to climb it once again.

2025.11.07

For how obvious my hatred is of these demonic billionaires and their desperate greedy need,

Try to imagine the depth of my malice for a robot hailing Satan, out pillaging to be a trillionaire.

But, if you steal so much that others needlessly suffer, you'll be left behind by a shared living truth,

And, if you raise your arm to salute Satan, then he will speedily take you to hell where you belong.

Such riches they have in common, and what similar cultish circles they roam.

And yet, how many corrupt and spineless politicians did it take to empower both these monstrosities?

Some say don't ever hate, I say direct it all at a superrich demon well, getting wishing coins to pop out.