20/20 Grind-Sight Oracle
A poetic history of Genghis Khan & Napoleon Bonaparte
you're talking to the oracle---whether I'm Buddha's disciple or my skin's red shards of obsidian scaled shooting silver flashing pupils sharper than daggers; ignore my words and you're predicting your own disaster---bent ignoble intent never orated---most to gains prospective---Genghis blitzkrieg; fueled by deafening lies from a maladapted lecherous lust to conquer, erase, re-sire the population post-eradicate---owning people oppression---apparatus of sin invention; break a bone now you have slaves attention; willing sheep to bona fide indoctrination
vulgarian Mongols raping their own sisters barbarian---flaming blueberries with horse meat fired raw to medium; eight apples served fermented to go stumble with the sacrificing drunk pagans---stripping all color from the colosseum, bricks needed---left naked and gutted---machiavellian precision, infiltration a royalty European---f@ck your cake, French revolution; cascading guillotine, razor execution, civil retribution---vacuum of illusion, suction felt miles over-shot illogical obsession---when heads aren't rolling gripping attention needed; new sound constitution, Corsican little corporal---Napoleonic empiricism running roughshod over countryside battlefield soaked crimson; 200,000 granite-eyed---tactical precision
unfailingly innocent sounding percussion signaling imminent destruction---families torn, bodies fractured, memories blurred---loved one splattered; power captured---transferred, civilizations slaughtered; avail me to manifestly understand what has you so woven in the fabric of totalitarian rule---seizing homo erectus regression---burgundy blood dried blacktop paving crown coronation; bloody sadists steeped in celebration; red raging inferno---ravenous undertones, absolute power demonstration---clown car 3 ring circus for masses afraid to be beat into submission---effective use of projection; they know they're lower than vegetation, viewed as a virus in peatry dish microscopic, controlled best in prison 'til needed then incited; raise your dead, stoke their fire-eyed berserker blind enemies fleeing; from next dawn forward ya need to pull ya head out the sky---open & focus ya rusty eyes; your castle of skulls and bone will soon be recycling in the ozone; history lesson, form criticism, scale of damage: disease or symptom? when you can touch all the people not yet here standing---that's a megalomaniac's mission
legacy full display politicians once rabble-rousing banshees at each other's throats---now hand shaking, hoisting pens, meeting in the middle of the aisle---solitary crystal vision; inking checks and balances---historic congressional sessions; cemented laws flipp'in opposition; but they're still back alley dealing---golden lobby greed whipping up Orwellian doublespeak---narrative manipulation
so before you make that decision to action, think upon how you will effect not only the future's opinion---but their available options; they don't need anymore endless nights sweating---and we both know brewing tempests can't be buried; winds shift---pick up speed ---some veins just run too deep
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