I feel the sinkholes around me, pledging
they can take me down. I always thought
I would hear the bees parading among the
flowers, when I’d die; and little fledglings
jumping out of their nests when I felt my
spirit arise, like a vapour from an exhumation,
affirming that all is not lost. If you’d see the
murky whirlpools, I’d know that Mars was
not Communistic, until its infiltration by evil,
and its utter loss to great wars. I am not judgemental
in my belief systems because I approach my
assumptions with respect to deep introspection.
If you think your reasons are valid to destroy the
citadels of God, then you ought to know you are
staring down your own barrel! Deep down is an abyss
where you can go and nobody can stop you from
this ingloriousness, but yourself. All this patronising is,
bluntly put, an accrual of misconstrued dogma. Are we
becoming a leftover of failed socialism as we think
in pink about Palestine and clamour for climate! Armistice was
never the cup of tea of humanity, with all the evil wanting to abduct
human civilisation! I just don’t like the tepid aqua
of Aquarius. The UN looks like it reflects the word `Un’ as in unlikely
rather than the une of unity! If Allah would bend down to me from
the Moon and tell me that your peaceful Palestine would
be the insignia of Sharia and women in burkha,; what would it make
me feel? Ed Sheeran could be humbled, not me! I can’t stand this
growing blasphemy! I saw a signpost somewhere in my visionary reflection
saying: “Even if gas prices keep rising and I will never own a home,
I will still not vote for the Communists!” You can tell I look wistfully
and pray for all those placard-hopping leftist idiots of growing intellectual
sodomy: Please let a profoundly eye-opening light shine on them! Or else, WATCH ME!!!
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