Intel Slava Zed

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an original poem by Joshua Brown

Between the falling leaves, I catch a glimpse of hell

Murderous against the towers of Moscow a stale

Diaphragm of bellowing smoke wholly contemptuous yet

Against the men of stoic nature, bought by precious let

This smoke and mirror dagger thrown by oily foes

A ninja star cast out as net by wicked market grows

Surrender now, ye bureaucrat, before ye die a knave

Pampered chefly party over now we have to rave

A dance of death with twisted internet brought low

By the will of artificers who danced both fast and slow

A salsa body slithering across the twilights stage

This Russian face of splendor now holy spotted rage

Against the kings of earth beneath the King upsets rule

For those who play the game along much lower cruel

Behemoth now this faltering voice beyond the grave

For resurrection propaganda is a choice for fearless slave

Thin slitted eyes and gritted teeth against the lords

Who frothy live the prostitutes consuming their rewards

Stupid men with stupid wives who petty play for pow'r

And stroke the ego of the stupid slaves whose work d'vour

Behold this play of trumpet

Not as a royal fanfare against the King

But against those imbeciles

Who else would cry "corridor"

Fleshly melted landly sting

Crush without impunity while

The actors play their part

To sweep the streets quiet

To clean the cities roundly

To crush the pestilent cockroach

To cover up the silent shift

Of guards brought down by REVELATIONS.

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Thanks for reading.

Joshua Brown