And the lord said,
“I Am Calamity’s Form.
I Am The Blinding Light.
I Am The Finger Of Doom
Come To Finger you.”
And we said,
“You hide behind natural disasters,
make mountains from molehills,
and allow your filthy acolytes
to prey and finger the weak.”
Bibles in one hand,
held aloft, spilling holy milt
as the other palms denial.
Acolytes all must agree to be right
but we’re still free to know that you know (that we know).
So, here we stand in the gap,
and finally declare war on you.
The days are numbered, tyrant god,
and yours are running out.
We’re wise to you and yours.
Nothing can save you now,
not even rite nor greased wrung.
No longer lost in corridor minds,
we don’t have to see by your gaslight.
We’re free to unknow all we were told to know.
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019
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Wow. I love this. Powerful.
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Aw, now you’re makin’ me blush…
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I detect the slightest hint of a failing of faith, Single Son… lovely line ‘not even rite nor greased wrung’ I do like a touch of subtlety in wordplay. Kudos.
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Thanks so much, O. Coming from you, that means a lot!
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I think you may be a bit late General Tony. Nietzsche and Victor Hugo already proclaimed him dead in later part of 19th century.
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This is my problem, see. I’m always late to the party! 😛
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Brillig, without a doubt. I stand in awe. Not bad, either 🙂
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Thank you, Crispina. You’re very kind!
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Just don’t call me an angel. I’m supposed to be here in disguise.
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😛
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I feel violated… you think I would be used to it by now…
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Oh my! 😮
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Amen!
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Bless you, my son. 😛
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“We’re free to unknown all that we were told to know…” Unfortunately, these forces know how manipulate media so that they are still telling us what we should know.
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And they’re exactly that. They become forces have have an undue influence on society and its mores.
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I loved the last line.
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Thank you, Shaily. It certainly felt like the right note to end on.
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Amen to all that!
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Amen!
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Deus ex lux electrica?
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Very clever, good sir! 😉
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I went with electrica because the Latin word for gas is… gas.
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