Most everybody can handle a few parasites.
Eventually it reaches critical mass.
The body runs low on flesh and fresh laughs.
From the inside out, flesh begins to slowly collapse.
America's body is infested with parasites.
The rich, powerful, and the thoroughly corrupted.
Are flaying the good people to sate the parasites.
In hopes of gleaning. votes from their dependence.
When they run low on good people.
The malnourished and entitled parasites
will turn on those that have fed them.
Let's call it a parasitic revolution.
From the progeny of good people.
and enlightened parasites.
A new virgin middle class will arise.
They'll replenish equilibrium....
A new age ecosystem, if you will.
In the meantime, the socialist buzzards
and communist hyenas
are moving in for a sniff.
Note that an elephant is never easy prey,
especially when wounded and perpetually played.
It attacks our species and genus
Detect trumposaurus meanus
By its orange mane
Its mycelium brain
And its shiitake-stemmed pen!s
We take, we give
We destroy, we let live
We kill, we protect
The partnership must survive
Humanity is not a sure provide
Though we take we try to give
But more than humans need to live.
More than humans need to eat.
More than humans need to meet.
The partnership weighs to one side.
For we believe in the conceited power of mankind.
It’s endeavours grow and nourish our minds.
But we can not ignore how nature provides.
We can’t hide. We can’t survive.
Nature is what we are. She has let us come this far. But if we turn our backs on what is natural life.
Nature will destroy us without guns, without knives.
It now is warning that we’ve gone too far. Perhaps it can communicate with all those stars?
The world we walk on, the seas in which we swim. The joys of humanity don’t mean a thing. It creates, it destroys, we’re powerless if it wants to strike.
You may argue that humanity is not a parasite but what are we - a few hundred thousand years of life?
The world has spun over billions of times. How many distant humanities has it let survive?
i touched your leaf
then ran away
and some of you
came home with me
parasitic plant
how i feel
is how you see
a blade of grass
without a leaf
a buried soul
within a root
a beating heart
inside the tissue
of a vine
i'm blown away
all because of you
And by your method
you germinate
as my soul abdicates
releasing myself
inside your life
lovely hungry
parasitic plant
:: 01.10.2022 ::
Prayers Are Becoming More Parasitic
My prayers are becoming more parasitic,
According to what now is latest statistic,
Well designed,
With God in mind;
Also, profoundly prophetic and realistic.
Jim Horn
My Symbiotic, Parasitic Self
How long have we lived here
Amongst each other
Sea like faces
Can’t help but catch a few
They glide so fast
Slippery and slick
From melted candle smoke
How blessed are these
Bristles black stone
Backbone
Heart as icy as tips of flames
Have to have a bit of both
Sucking on this planets life source
Is only a dream to some
The birthright of scum
Alone I stand
Let's give a big shout out to all those parasites out there
vile and creepy
full of doom
entering at night
by the light of the moon
slyly scoot across the room
nails click on floor
a malicious tune
clicking clicking be there soon
invading bodies
while they sleep
parasitic ones
you go too deep
traversing thru body
thru heart getting fed
undulating darkly
they bloody our beds
they cant live without us
they'll breed till were dead
inside our bodies
swimming thru veins
parasitic ones eating up our brains
till finally we're crazy
completely deranged
Vandellia cirrhosa
Loa Loa too
these deadly parasites
got nothing on you
you leave when your done
you search for another
what is your deadly name
we all call you FATHER
I will not bow
I refuse to worship
This is my life, and mine alone
You are not my King,
You do not dictate my life
With this gift I will do good, not hand it to a parasite
You are no King
A King does not rule with cruelty and malice
A King serves his subjects as they serve him
No crown has power over me
You can have all the gold on your head
And still you wouldn't be able to touch me
I am a warrior of justice
I follow no one
Kneel for none
I hold this fire inside my heart
And with this burning passion
I'll set the world aflame
Purge the land from parasites
You are not my King
You are not even a King at all
I do not bow for you
I do not pity your fall
But I'll set fire to your grave
Once the crown falls to the ground
It‘s alive!
A life form
Thriving on hatred
Reaped from societies
Greatest blunder
Like lighting
Follows thunder
We are following our ancestors
Reproducing civilization
Mistake
Disregard the fact
That we are all human
our blood is red
I smirk when I’m contented
And shed tears when I’m poignant
We are all equal
cease this schism
And trounce racism
Into the eve, leads demonstration
an angry mob seeking salvation
all the lost, surrender hate in
while the young still hope to make it
There you go, one so unnoticed
another voice that portrays its hopeless
as Wallstreet now, goes occupied
the hard and cold has no softer side
the big and dumb do as their told
when asking questions is the way of old
I must be schooled in the lost arts
back when the beginning was just the start
now its the ending, that grows more far
as the cancer spreads and the fire chars
What makes you feel entitled, brother?
tired of helping one another?
you wish to sit and collect a check
then bash the banker who worked for it
Occupy some sense, and fast
or you will be crossing the distance last
while I will be sitting, and collecting whats mine
well deserved I'm sure, in life-time
of never taking what I didn't earn
I see your stupid, refuse to learn
from the mistakes you make accepted
think of who your ignorance in haste affected
leave alone my friends, who found their niche
which may be on Wallstreet, but gold earned
paved it.
The whiner without hands is dealing
Struggling to make things thought appealing
At least try to ditch the genuine feeling
That mars your art in grey
Erasing some anonymous name
Clutching at straws while seeking fame
A hypocrite playing an age old game
With a weak suicidal display
Through the blue of today, sleep deprived
A tick in the feathers about to swan dive
Judging while seeking to be recognized
Hitching your way to the top
You’ll know you’ve won by beating the best
Creatively lacking the force to express
Biting your tongue must lead to unrest
Your efforts reflect belly flops
A childish intrution, as I’ll never be
Spreading algae on a rotting tree
A cry for help while hoping they’ll see
The error of your ways
Opened the can, but failed to impress
Portraying a cause now robbed of zest
Reaction is better than nothing, I guess
If you’re lost in a cryptic maze
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