and Pier Paolo Pasolini's poems: The Religion of My Time and The Poetry of the Tradition.
O covidian generation!
How can I encapsulate the level of fascism of the last 3 years in a single poem?
I thought I’d never live to see the day
where you completely caved in, groveling,
at the feet of big pHARMa, big daddy government,
big psyence and the big psyop media.
I’m sorry to say, you were duped from the start.
January 2020 exploded with images of people
in hospitals, dying in the street, newscasters were
casting their spells over an unsuspecting population.
Reports coming out from Wuhan, China (these always
start in China for some reason) about a deadly virus
(which no one could really verify given the Great Firewall
surrounding that country) setting the stage for this media war
against humanity, and you fell for it like a pile of bricks
loaded on a big city street corner in the middle of the
night for demoncratic thugs to grab and smash
the following morning.
You believed everything
spewed out by the hypnobox by those pretending
to be health experts; how this virus behaves,
how it can magically jump from one body to another,
how masks prevent transmission even though you
circulate your own carbon dioxide, going so far
that even if you don’t have any symptoms you
you can still give the “disease” to someone and
potentially kill them.
Now everyone
turned into a potential threat, and people
showed no shame in turning in other people.
In firing them if they didn’t take the magic potion,
in keeping them from visiting their loved ones
in the hospital who were dying from your
“treatments”; and you fudged the results.
The level of interlocking cooperation in the
creation of this new religion was impressively
staggering. What amounts of blackmail and bribery
did it take for you to sell your souls to big Pharma?
How did hospitals profit by attributing deaths
to Covid19? To put someone on a ventilator?
And then dance in the empty hallways just
to blow off steam, when you were just putting
on a show on the stage of Covid19 theater
to mock those who wouldn’t cave in?
You even sunk so low as to put on a
Broadway production number on the
Late Show called the Vax-Scene!
When bribery with
donuts no longer worked, you desperately
resorted to cajoling Austrian prostitutes to let
themselves be physically injected by johns
in exchange for them being injected with
your cocktail of questionable ingredients.
None of this
should come as a surprise; the pump was
primed for decades by other plandemics like
Hong Kong flu, Zika virus, Swine flu, ad infinitum,
(for which none of these were ever cured with
a vaccine!) And Hollywood was doing its duty
in cooperation with Intelligence in cranking
out the pandemic movies like Outbreak,
Contagion, 28 Days Later, The Andromeda
Strain, The Omega Man, The Last of Us
(or is it the last of the U.S.?), etc. These were
all designed to plant the seed in the garden
of our subconscious minds, and with diabolical
patience, our human farmers waited and watched
for those seeds to sprout into a real-life movie.
It was good ole’ fashioned predictive programming!
O covidian generation,
you did a great job at converting everyone to your
cult of hypochondria. You happily lined up for
your shots, your boosters, and proudly posted
virtuous pictures of yourselves on social media.
How obedient you were, how obsequious...
How naive you were, you didn’t even stop
to see what time it really was, when all along
they (c’mon, you know who they are!) decided
at the highest levels that humanity’s time,
was coming to an end. And we tried to warn you,
digging deep into as many rabbit holes as possible
to learn the awful truth and reveal something
you refused to accept.
We were trying to SAVE your lives!
But you scoffed us, wrote us off
as conspiracy theorists, to the point
where you wanted us dead, that we
should be dead. Why? because we were
on to you and your gaslighting games.
You kept preaching your gospels how those nasty
invisible germs would leap off one body and
kill another, when there was no hard evidence,
when the PCR test was gaming the system,
when you couldn’t see it was the hospitals
that were doing the real killing with
their magic potions of remdesivir,
(remedy severe?) ventilators, etc.
That’s why
they didn’t want any civilians visiting their
loved ones, that’s why hospitals were turned
into military posts, because this was a military
operation! And to this day, you naively believe
that governments care for our well-being.
The truth eventually erupted from the cracks
in your narratives, your medical theories.
You lost your faith
(if you even had any) in the Creator, the
one who created our bodies and didn’t trust
in your own magical immune systems to
carry you through another bout of influenza,
(which was made in China just like all other products!)
and lit your candles in the churches of fauxfluenza,
worshipping its priests at its cathode screens
while they proselytized how your lives were
going to be saved if only you-then-eyes
yourselves.
You stood in line
every day as part of your ceremony, ready,
waiting anxiously to take this unholy
communion. Every hospital, parking lot,
mall, roadside, was converted into a
revival tent, where the communion
was prepared. But, not long after many
of you obeyed like good little covidiots
(I’m sorry to be so harsh; but then again,
you wanted us dead), you started dying
suddenly.
On playing fields,
stages, making public announcements,
even news(spell)casters, collapsing.
It got to a point where—if Guillaume
Apollinaire were alive he would say...
“Men of future time remember me.
I lived at the time when people were dying suddenly...”
Even those of you who openly posted
that the unjabbed should die, were dying.
More videos, more podcasts kept
pounding on the door to our collective
consciousness to tell us the bitter truth
of the poison’s actual ingredients;
evidence presented by embalmers,
but you wouldn’t listen...no, it’s more
important for you to obey the narratives
even if they defy logic. And you would
rather die in shame than admit what
you might have done to yourselves.
Do you recall
a computer nerd giving a talk in which he said:
“If we can do a really good job, we can reduce the population by 10%”
when all he really meant is that he wants us dead?
O covidian generation
it was never for our safety and protection.
Those were the corporate buzzwords, the gaslighting
lullaby used by elite Stockholmers to seduce us into
thinking they were concerned for our well-being.
Effectively turning the unvaccinated into new Jews
of the 2020s. While real Jews were being
inoculated in their very own country, completely
ignoring their history. Effectively turning Australia,
Canada, New Zealand et. al. into prison countries
where the cops are directed to strangle maskless
citizens for their health, to squash rebellious
freedom-lovers with horse patrols, to censor
infowarriors from every social media platform?!
A timid breeze
floated in from The Atlantic asking us for amnesty,
to ask for our understanding. Despite how unforgiving
you were to us, the unjabbed. How soon you forget
we should all be imprisoned, forcefully jabbed, not
question the authorities’ official narratives, to give up
our freedoms, eh tu, Ahnold? You should know a thing
or two about Nazism, given your father’s background...
Never did such fascistic hymns spew from the choir loft;
celebrities, politicians, presidents, prime ministers,
social media trolls sang we should die for refusing
your unholy communion, which only proved
to be safe and effective for the big pharma giants’
coffers and immunity from legal action, whose said
companies and governments were exempt from taking
(wonder why?).
Just because you wrote it down on
a piece of paper and agreed to call it a law doesn’t
make it right, O covidian generation!
You trained people like Pavlovian dogs
to wear masks alone in their cars, or
half off their faces in supermarkets,
helpless traumatized puppets whose
strings you always pull, who will never
have conversations again with anyone else
(unless they’re masked), who will never
be able to live a normal life.
Miserable spawn of Satan with no regard or
respect for Life (there’s no nice way to put this...)
you want to make the rest of humanity
as miserable as you are.
Woe unto you for thinking you’re more
powerful than the Divine Creator of All That Is!
Woe unto you for attempting to wipe out the
Life Force that animates and sustains the Universe!
You will live to rue the day you tried to cast your
black magic spells on us because its karma will
ricochet and rebound back at you. It already is!
You will regret those ill wishes against us,
as you unwittingly sacrifice yourselves to
appease the never-ending hunger of the
dark overlords of the covidian religion.
A perverted religion of which I—and
millions of others—are happy to be
blasphemous, unbelieving,
nonconforming,
heretics.
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