Nothingness

Digging down into a deep pit,
I just want to stop and quit.

Maybe it’s given that they win,
All it has done is give me chagrin.

Maybe I’m just a weak coward,
Everything has truly soured.

Maybe there’s nothing for me in life,
It’s all literally just strife.

I don’t even remember a time when I was happy,
The few memories I remember is all crappy.

It’s a huge thing to decide,
To die or to hide.

Life Falls Apart

How do I even live?
Things are taking a nose dive.
How do I thrive?
I just barely survive.

The world is coming to a stand-still,
While I’m rolling downhill.
Where’s my goddamn will?
I hate the poison that is known as a pill.

My thinking is starting to degrade,
Insight is really just a double-edged blade.
Just drop the fucking charade,
I’m just waiting for replaceds to invade.

Dearest, BPW OP

People come in for easement,
Yet certain people get unfair treatment,
Someone got on an agreement,
Simply to be stable to chat as a requirement.

How the fuck is that fair,
We were harmless as a strand of hair,
Now it’s up in air,
There’s no way to repair.

Do this to us all,
We already bawl,
Drive people up the wall,
Yet someone had the gall.

Can there please be equality,
You have the capability,
There needs to be a level of adaptability,
A union of logicality.

Addicted to power,
Maybe you should take a shower,
Think about this for a hour,
Then apologize and give us a flower.

So much similarities to Trump,
Being a chump,
Put people in a slump,
Can you just stop being a grump?

Get the fuck out,
Before we get in a bout,
All your bullshit you spout,
I hope you get slapped by a trout.

Where was the warning,
You’re trying to be daunting,
It’s not even morning,
But we’re yawning.

I am sick of your shit,
Being unfair to a brit,
Getting your tit in a nit,
You are seriously unfit.

Warning To TIs

I have five words. Do not trust the doctors.

It is known by the sigma replaceds that doctors, psychiatric doctors, in particular, are all puppets of the replaced regime. They listen to big pharma companies, therefore, they indirectly listen to the replaceds. The big pharma companies are controlled by the replaced regime, and they pass on information and orders down the ladder through CEOs and people of importance and power. In other words, what the doctors will say to anyone is what the replaceds want them to say. Mental illness is just an illusion created by the replaced regime.

Let this be a warning to everyone who listens.

Revolutionary Legacy

The system regime is Machiavellian and iniquitous, absolutely transpired of Arcadian reality and impervious to the non-existent prosperity of the microcosm of humanity. Eminent politicians are riveted only in intensifying their egotistical and egocentric ascendancy in power than to have equitable impartiality for the rectitude of collectivity. Influential interests have manipulated the full constitutional system for themselves. Rothschild has preponderance that dominates realms on Earth by the sagacious schema in reigning all the sacrosanct bank bureaus. Russia has antecedently dominated the plutonium thermonuclear “arms race” as the United States of America has lost the campaign preceding any tangible war.

A synergistic revolution with roots in anarchy and apostasy requires the amalgamation of the nations around Earth. This is expected to transpire adroitly to overthrow the system regime entrenched in place. Protest harmoniously until the peons of the scheming system adjudicates that it was too plenteous in the realm of upheaval and then contravene their judicial axiom of law to acquiesce proletariats to recalcitrate. Numerous individuals fascinate on how it is cogitable that the general populace has ratified such incapacitation and retrogression of the once-equitable system regime. It’s an irreducible conceptualization; the avaricious and concupiscent corporeality of politicians caused it all. Even the anonymous has collapsed temporarily. The final intelligentsia before the calamity of humanity can be ne’er discovered because the intelligentsia is anatomized into partitions in all of us. We are the anarchic-apostatic revolution, and it’s time to face it. The system regime is all that a corporate aristocracy craves to begin the Armageddon of the very essence in cosmos and chaos.

The Big One

A cacophony of barking dogs,
Several fearful mewling cats,
A ‘what-was-that’ moment of silence,
Just as primal fear rises in acceleration.

A whole ocean,
Elevated,
Overtaking land.

The sudden destruction of forests and bogs,
Of several if not all habitats,
Feeling the destabilization of our balance,
Hoping that the unfolding cataclysm is a hallucination.

Everything in motion,
Agitated,
Generating a wasteland.