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Thursday, October 7, 2021

The COVID Gulag




The COVID Gulag

 

Will you wave to me, when the train begins to roll?

Will you wave to me, when in darkness my death knell begins to toll?

Will you wave to me, when they strip me of every material thing?

Will you wave to me, when only God can hear me sing?

Will you wave to me, when they starve me of all earth bound fruits?

Will you wave to me, when I am flailed by these fascist mutes?

Will you wave to me, when I am led to my endless sleep?

Will you wave to me, when I am led to be tossed upon the heap?

If you fear that I will deny you in your own despair my friend,

Look across the gulag yard and see me there,

I will always wave to you, will you wave when you see me too?


Warrior Princess

Thursday, January 7, 2021

Covibolloxology








Covibolloxology

 

So now it seems that God has quit,

And left us with this snowflake shit.

To drown within this infernal sewer,

Sinking like a stinking hoore.

This puffed up lie will never end,

For communism is its alee trend.

They open their arms and welcome it freely,

Media alarmists are just terrorists really.

The fools believe in the China virus,

And now think tyranny most desirous.

“The ‘flu is gone”, they’ve all concluded,

After millennia? They’re all deluded!

‘Science’ can change if the media declare,

That last week’s ‘science’ no longer fits their scare.

They close their schools and call it wise,

But the future of their children, it all denies.

They poison their young and feed them despair,

Of grandma’s cuddles, they must beware.

Love is shocking and is sure to kill,

‘Homicidal hugs’ is the song they instil.

They close their churches, and trust in ‘science’,

And cannot see it’s about compliance.

There is no faith that God will save,

To the inculcation, they’ve become a slave.

Two thousand years and it’s all forgot,

And all because of a half-arsed cough.

They baaaaaaow their heads and worship their ‘expert’ gods,

Like lobotomised sheep, their deceit they applaud.

Fools, fools, such fools they are,

No fools of yore are on their par.

They shall reap what they did sow,

And from their fear, great pain will grow.

They live with masks and without a germ,

From natures plagues, they’ll have no berm.

They’ll drop like flies when the vaccines call,

Into the eugenist trap, they’ll gleefully fall.

This plan will save them from growing old,

And pitifully they’ll embrace that goal.

They gleefully welcome economic recession,

And fail to see the looming depression.

The states shall fall and war will come,

And still they’ll beat their commie drum.

They’ll have no jobs, no home, no food,

But that won’t dampen their obsessed mood.

Their children will cry but that’s okay,

For their washing their hands the despots way!

 

Warrior Princess