I hate this life we live as humans and what its worth, I hate it so bad, I hate it with passion that it is actually sad! Its against my will and wish that I live this life! This life we have to live accordingly to a governed society!

Ordinary death will be the only relief from this atrocious malevolent belief called life. For all I gain is the sorrow of a broken tomorrow so shallow and hollow, with no dreams but to cease living. With wallows in my trimming and rage in my bones. Winning’s not the quest I wander but ending is the time set to the time of gnomes and Selkie's! And a wishing well to spend my time hoping and wasting away with Valkyries and sadness!

My valediction is written in gladness with darkness in my lamenting heart. But the wellness of a selfless act of desperate measures, is sometimes met by grace n glory in a blaze of flies in hidden treasures with a tombstone under pressure and a useless life to end with decaying texture in a rotting coffin and a foul stench of despair in the air! Never ever to care again for pain or misery and the wizardries and sorcery of malevolent abortions!

Because in portions and extortion, all souls will meet the reaper! The sooner- the cheaper! How longer- the weaker! For I am the speaker of those in need of a voice to speak about the unfair noxious disgraceful life that is forced upon us in lies and deceit, the misconception they feed us under pretentious smiles of greed and a creed, and to spawn and reap and again sow the seed they so graciously plant in a heap of shit and then feed us their left over secrete bit by bit!

A brainstorm of grief in disbelief and in mischievous splendour will surrendered onto a selfish demeanour! A nation divided by colour! My hatred conceived by valour! A nation controlled by injustice! My mind contribute a substance of rage entwined with grace combined with the root of evil! With tears of a Jack, the eye of a king who raped the queen of broken hearts along with the white rabbit who went up their noses through straws as blasts! Then so spontaneously exploded in abuse and utopias of a forgotten past. A pinch of warts and a dash of scattered hearts, all boiled to perfection to soot the tasks we as drones so robotically and mechanically perform day by day. Crimson is the stream I sail in a stranded ship of dictatorship to the soulless bottomless pit on a solo voyage to the deepest part of the abyss …….

Demolished and broken to dust is our souls so full to the crust with cruel intentions. No more trust upon a rusted heart so invested by the broken stained glass shutters they use to blind out the rays of hope that are supposed to be a saving grain to cries in pain and sobs in vain!

For the benediction of tomorrow, will soon too fade to a vague memory of delighted retribution, soon to be besotted by jealous companionship and forgotten! Never to be spoken of again.

Not slander nor prophesy and no words of history can change a heart as cold as the deepest darkest part of psychosis! No fire can outshine the sadness, no hand will stop a murderous twist that consist of the haunting mist that arise from the minds of the psychotic and twisted, that is your neighbour! Your friend and your daughter, me and you, its just a matter of time before your inner beast break through the barriers we so blindly build against truth! But will it be too late? Will we try to cage our rage and let it mutate? Will we try to block out the misery that sooths the unbearable wickedness our souls and mind must withstand against cruel an malicious entities?

Yet, so delicious is the rotting lies we despise throughout our life’s and we consume it without question or thought. Man is destructive and so apocalyptic in mind, but is scaling away in paranormal demise, man is so atrocious, but hiding behind masks to disguise the pretentious smiles of good will and lies! Man is filled with malevolent desires which burn in open fires that fuel our hearts. For we are so consumed by the lies and false prophets that fill our minds with fairy tales and illusive visions of a fallacious life with the cosmic needs to please our selfish senses that is so full of greed and hate! So morbid and anxious to sodomise and rape even the most of innocent! And to forsake mine neighbour’s religion because of cultural clash and misbelieving that sinning is the living ways of each and every one of us breathing! So deceiving and so conniving! But the need to be more and of a better creed than our fellow human counterparts even when dying will exceed any feeling for the living! As contest is in mans mind-set to defy and deceive wailing hearts for selfish gain and the pain caused, the discord and suffering is but a twinkle in the eye of the beholder! For chaos is in our blood and doom is in our future so sad but a fact as we are on a one way course to self annihilation! We will eventually as a species cease to exist! But all because of greed! The seed we sow and reap! For the need to have more and be all will never stop! As the power over others is a sedating drug that flow through our veins, so nostalgic and causing pain to the meek and weak! So addictive is the destruction in our hearts! So morbidly wonderful is the feeling of utopia in a future past! A future that can be but will never be, because of you and me! Because we breathe, we will be but a destructive force that will destroy humanity! We’ will be the cause of mans extinction! The distinction is black! The distinction is white! It is a matter of wrong or right! To withdrawal or fight in blood and right! But we are all blinded! So blind not to see the truth that is blatantly before our eyes. For we agree to the lies that the government feed us! Because parliament is full of flies that sit like parasites, and like leeches they suck us dry, exploit us to sickness and a virus of death! Then tells us that water is the true cure in comparison with raping an infant!

So, poverty stricken is but a rife reality for all that sit on the ground like children, and believe in every word spoken from the witches cauldron, spellbound by promises broken in multiple orgasms that they promise! But our pleasure sits in prisms of gold with sarcasm from a tongue so skew and a-fork and cold, but we all knew the outcome to freedom! For now democracy is grieving the loss of a kingdom that once was golden. Atrocities are celebrating the gain of the fellowship so indecisive to brutality and barbarianism, that’ preciseness is the born fact that reality is but a cruel act unto the beast! Unlike a howling star in the east that will mark the crib and manger for travellers afar to come and feast at the feet of the king from the jesters banquet! A sanctuary to the lost and weary, a haven to the damned and bleary, a prophecy broken through scam so scary, so consumed by bling and glam and to wear the diamond cherry! But you cant decorate your soul with rubies and pearls or dance the can-can to get 21 virgin girls! Reality faced! There be no heaven nor hell, no twin towers in paradise that fell because of a nations Satan that they self created under influential wars! No more serpent to take the blame and heal the scars of a sixty year plan to overthought the capitalists hand with no remorse or regret. We will all feel the affect of the wall in the street that belongs to Dow and Jones when it falls discreetly and in silent tones from lips that speak words so sweet, words that deceive words of deceit! Words that brings utopia to our feet and meet our demands and contribute to our needs, our wants and greed to make life’s ends meet. And like the fools we are as humans, one in blood and specie, like the primitive gods of faeces, we recreate as we populate the same minds of a glory past, more insane and more eager for the game that was played eons ago, and repeated by ancestors to grandchildren and offspring - the offering we so gladly bring to sacrifice our lives by!

Surprisingly, as I speak these words, the world in orbit sets to another day so morbid, somewhere someone is grieving, somewhere someone is dying. Dreaming is for infants as dreams are now lying. I hear someone crying, sobbing, screaming but see no one smiling.

How can I enjoy this spectacular life? How can you not see the blatant lies? How can I judge so accordingly? Can you not see the morbidity? What is so wrong with my mind-set? So ask the voice in your head! Why all the negativity? The reality is that the positive will eventually evolve to the norm, and the virus in all like a thunderous storm we will born a new dawn, a new generation of war and genocide where we pardon the pope as he infect with false hope and we dope our hope with the words he spoke of a wandering bloke in days past gone. Where miracles are born and a messiah walked the face of the land of biblical sand that falls from the hour glass, and when the last grain pass so will our breath.

Someday the clouds will decent from the heavens for the crimes of the innocent and meek! The fools and the weak! For you - not me as I don’t believe in the flying disc and men with heads as big as Ben where freemasons and necromancers prance to the dance of the bison and take a stance like a feather to the wind. Nor a child etched in ink and moulded as clay, formed throughout the day to be fit when mutation take control. Fit to be free to all! For abuse and trust will redeem the misuse of drugs, the use of pain to gain and give in to the impulsive demands and the grants of misery to the constitution of delivery to a nations bursary that will nurse off the nursed.

Cursed be the cursed with a spell in crystal glass and smothered at birth, so vast the conspiracy to separate the rich from the poor, the infected from the rejected and the unperfected. Why does a colour really matter, or the words that you spatter? Why should a judgement meet our consent? Why is it so easy for us to pretend?

I cry for you mother of all, I salute in awe the father that crawl, I question not but ask me please, to take my hand and stir the peace. We march in protest as the gold dry up like the platinum belt inside my teacup, no sugar added, no preservatives, and no liquid gold for the conservative manipulative bastards! No congress for the national African retarded as the freedom fighter that fight for the survival of a tribal dispute in denial, for corruption is the assumption of style, nationalisation is the lie!

So let us orbit in world content! A nation will fall as another decent. We live our lives in false pretend and resent the present that we serve the serpent of nations and servant of lies that carry the message written in cries like the Zulu on my doorstep, the Xhosa in my hide, the English in my tongue and the Boer in my stars and sons. But heed my call on winds of change as my voice a whisper so deranged, so estranged to a greater way of a better day that men hearsay will fade away.

Then we will hear the nations call as the terror Haram creeps into their souls when blood be shed and abducted virgins be held as hostage with empty bread bins and a tongue that craft the war of the righteous path and a book of lies that spark ignition that are held by a lunatic, a sadistic glue stick that feed the minds of sheep in wolf skin. Boko madman, such a fool scam and old man of glam. A heartless freak that so to speak be more than weak and o’ so meek. Islam will fall like Jericho’s walls, but not today, not tomorrow, not till they will feel the sorrow when Allah decent from his bottomless pit. That will be the day that they will realise their whole tree be shit. Everything and everyone are all sons of the sun.


Theuns de Bruyn