too little too late

allhell

when…

truth becomes fiction

complicit masses unison in mission

facts no longer a friend of reason

and rational out of season

people separated by manufactured ‘isms

not supporting love, encouraging schisms

when the end justifies any means.

then will clap the hidden hands of fiends

when bad news isn’t fabricated like an active drill on stage

global media no more willful frauds inciting hate, fear, and rage

tragic events, gaping holes large enough to drive through

fearful masses jump on-board… there’s no one left to scare,

or smart enough to lie to

when sanity and logic lose to implausible deniability

evidence and facts struggle with indisputable futility

measuring success is how slow you experienced downward mobility

doctrine planted, church supplanted… now e-fed… it exponentially grows

ugly secret finally bared is now full Monty exposed

when a hint or suggestion of being nationally patriotic

implies treasonous instigator whose borderline psychotic

and the rest are in denial of being liberally robotic

questioning authority not just wrong it’s illegal

as dim-witted liars march boot steppingly regal

our new icon transformed into a double-headed eagle

psychopathic money grubbers pedophilia porno-grabbing

humans traffickers and their organs

chasing the shooting and stabbing

when every scam for raping you is utilized once it’s pondered

charitable non-profit means taxes evaded money laundered

too late to protest the freedom that we’ve squandered

too far from the path of righteousness had we wandered

those pillars of society you once idolized you now dread

self-righteously demanding you be silenced, imprisoned, or dead

that solemn Hippocratic scorned as end-game hypocritical

pharmaceutical slaves swearing their allegiance to metaphysical

its as pathetically hopeless as its parenthetically pitiful.

when you’re forcibly beholden to some fraudulent secret oath.

you’re one of them or one of us, but no more being both

waking up too painful; but the only path to ever realizing any growth

Hegelian synthesis is that truth is the same as when you’re lying

divide and conquer propaganda; the shit they sold us that we kept buying

let it simmer then you’ll realize that living means you’re dying

destabilize the masses with a dialectic projected by all self-serving asses

do as thou wilt’ till good is evil the 180 Satanic metastasis

a time when common men and common sense fly out open windows

defenestration sings out the inevitable sidewalk crunching crescendo

front page news the Lamestream threat no longer innuendo

human empathy, love and hate… what the A.I. couldn’t replicate

calculating the code the odds were that we’d soon be meeting fate

crunching algorithmic probability, transforming into trans-human-ly great

no understanding that emotion exists only when and if it arises

the pain on every human’s face no longer wearing computational disguises

Analog or digital, particle or wave, truth and/or consequences

realization that good neighbors have built the strongest fences

the eye of Horus didn’t need to see you now that it has extra senses

when you realized human history had been made-up from the beginning

though you hoped for peace you quit making plans on ever winning

while it was getting late you hoped to rally the bottom of the ninth inning

666 preachers tele-calling you asking for donation

the abomination of desolation or simply sublime disinformation?

gluttonous consumerism; the son of god MONEY’S creation

dissemination of lies, perpetrators among the exalted

“crime doesn’t pay”; the lie too big to fail that eventually defaulted

morally bankrupt laws of freedom; the amendments they assaulted

when everyone’s been chipped, the real becomes the fake

and “quid-pro-quo” translates to “you give we take”

echoing the ignorant mantra of “liars, lizards, and snakes”

when our world is sucked into a vortex of perversion, fear, and hate

when there’s no escaping and there’s no more need for that debate

spun out of control… what will become of our species and our fate?

and we wake to find there’s no hope for food upon our plate…

when money is thrown at us for work lost in a pandemic we won’t abate… getting ourselves ready for…when it’s..

                                             too little too late

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