Waste Curse Scenario
#Philosophistication
World of Minecraft and Warcraft,
beautiful anarchy; gold standards
with checks and balances, currency wars,
monopoly game between mercenaries,
monarchists and masochists with
sadists as their messianic kings,
kiss the golden rings, it's ping pong,
we play with planets and orbs,
no elites just devils and gods
playing chess with nations on
the black and white board, reality
and society, all has become a hoax,
we're oxen to be slaughtered in
a near dawn, to be buried underneath
the memories of democracy and
pure aristocracy, we're damned
beings with routines to blind us
from the burning hurting torch,
cursed to believe that the power
is what we hold, votes and minimalistic
thinking; service deliveries and so forth,
it's about annexes of states, the auction
of mines between hoards of fat bellied
idealistic gods, they stare you in the
face while they crush your groin with
taxes, debt, loans and advertisements
on those TV shows, it's about the need
to hold all, the one percent with a
better precept of reality's true intents,
it's indepth, it's the banking system
and the power structures, it's zero sum,
the zero is on your side, it's contracts
and affidavits, it's votes and coup de tats,
it's ideologies and groups deceived to
have ideals as tats, it's a division of
labour and Karl Marx becoming
intellectual property, there's a regulated
revolution, the televised kind, the boarders
and walls, the false image of nationalism,
the beautified fallacy of capitalism,
and the sweet racism we can conquer
as a unit, beautiful misdirection,
concoction...
World of Minecraft and Warcraft,
beautiful anarchy; gold standards
with checks and balances, currency wars,
monopoly game between mercenaries,
monarchists and masochists with
sadists as their messianic kings,
kiss the golden rings, it's ping pong,
we play with planets and orbs,
no elites just devils and gods
playing chess with nations on
the black and white board, reality
and society, all has become a hoax,
we're oxen to be slaughtered in
a near dawn, to be buried underneath
the memories of democracy and
pure aristocracy, we're damned
beings with routines to blind us
from the burning hurting torch,
cursed to believe that the power
is what we hold, votes and minimalistic
thinking; service deliveries and so forth,
it's about annexes of states, the auction
of mines between hoards of fat bellied
idealistic gods, they stare you in the
face while they crush your groin with
taxes, debt, loans and advertisements
on those TV shows, it's about the need
to hold all, the one percent with a
better precept of reality's true intents,
it's indepth, it's the banking system
and the power structures, it's zero sum,
the zero is on your side, it's contracts
and affidavits, it's votes and coup de tats,
it's ideologies and groups deceived to
have ideals as tats, it's a division of
labour and Karl Marx becoming
intellectual property, there's a regulated
revolution, the televised kind, the boarders
and walls, the false image of nationalism,
the beautified fallacy of capitalism,
and the sweet racism we can conquer
as a unit, beautiful misdirection,
concoction...