This poem is about a strange encounter I had with a unsolicited contact from Telegram.
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Joshua Brown
She was vaguely unreadable in that moment of haste
Where she tried to read into the dreams I had of God
In some state where there was a powerful hail of ice
Ice is here among us scoping out the weak and illed
Weak against the strength which they wielded wild
For temptation is but an example of that powerful
Card you hold in your hand against others with which
You are too susceptible to be of any use against
And when I fought back, with my own anger at them
For their contemptuous use of my own history
And the deranged suspicions they raised aloft
For to bear against me some license to compare
With the gods of the three letters, who fought
Back against the algorithms by treating streams
Of data, those bits and flashes, hot against wire
Flooding into homes across the identifiable hill
Where the home of God resided in the plains
That rushed up against the craggy fingers tall
Protecting against that stupid fucking tribalism
Where we say "we are" and "they are" instead
And from the emotional tribulations brought here
By the troonish dreams of suicidal men hiding
In the carcasses of AI drawn caricatures dolled
As if there was some dystopian testosterone gift
Drifting down along that Sand Creek towards
The mouth that gaped and gasped for more
Lives cast into that murderous hell called Denver
Where the river ran clean into the oil-stocrats
We didn't care anyways because we were awake
And the dreams we had last night protected us
From the insidious insertion into anus forced
By those who threw shit at the wall in jest
Watching and observing to see that opportune
To gather souls in the grand march to death
Where some might still imagine that God sees
And judges from afar as if He was all-knowing
But that is just a waking car, auto-mobilized
To drive to the edge the children of deceit
Whose existence is but a transaction to commence
For these who see slavery as a slight of hand
Again, I knew and beheld in some curiosity
Of the machinations of some Satanic dregs
Whose desires cast from one gun to another
Asking, nay begging, for me to commit fraud
Against those who somehow survived and
Brought me here, alive, to speak in truth
Against the wiles of darkness that grasp
For more, more, more in a vagary of love.
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📅 Written February 17, 2024
📍 Written in Aurora, Colorado at his home on the banks of Sand Creek
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I had a strange contact from someone who at first appeared to me as an attractive Telegram girl, who then tried to recruit me to the FBI and then tried to recruit me to ISIS! What a trip of a conversation! Just the anger I have against people who don't understand or attempt any curiosity about Christianity, agnosticism, or similar western traditions, is off of the charts.
Sometimes I humor these strange communication requests just out of a curiosity in how these scams work, this one didn't really educate me on anything, but hey, I'll take a poem inspiration as a win for western chauvinism.
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