Caduceus’ Abattoir (Slaughterhouse)

• Imagine Lying on a Cold Slab, Heart Pounding
• paralyzed, aware of your surroundings
• moving motionless, in favor of your destiny
• a trillion needles, stinging your feet
• being burned by intense heat
• you feel the pain melting your toes
• the smell of seared flesh, smothering your nose
• the fire below is diabetes
• hedging higher, past your ankles, your knees
• flames burning your kidneys
• your pyro paralysis is diagnosed, dialysis
• ulcers, penetrating your abdomen
• wanting to scream, stifled by drugs
• your Heart rhythm interrupted by thermal hugs
• medication, pumping pain
• past your throat, into your brain
• valiantly, in vain
• you try and fight
• giving up with all of your might
•  the fire, of a Hell bound Empire
• spewing pathogenic products
• Cancer, its Civil Conduct…R.D.Revilo

The Caduceus, symbol of Medical Practice

Thick Air…Thin Water

• True Religion Is So Natural
• You don’t even know it’s there
• to fish, its water, to fowl, it’s air
• You don’t pray five times a day
• there is no holiday season
• it doesn’t need Rabbis, Popes
• Preachers, Ministers, Bishops
• or even Religious Teachers
• for what, to teach
• your lungs to breathe
• to teach you how to Believe
• think, do you really need
• to be taught that
• that’s like teaching gnawing to a rat
• to teach, your eyes to see
• your heart how to beat
• to instruct the RNA how to tell
• The DNA to form Cells
• True Religion doesn’t require
• Synagogues, Churches, Chapels
• Temples, Mosques or even a choir
• just a conscious body
• to experience and enjoy, Reality
• Man’s religion was born
• when he learned how to cheat
• that the easiest path to abundance
• with little effort, was Deceit
• so everything from serving
• praising, worshiping, tithing
• dying going somewhere
• out there, Heaven, Paradise
• Purgatory, or Hell, all mind control
• right down to saving or losing your Soul
• All Mind Control, just Manipulating
• and Managing, Behavior
• Man invented God and his son
• neither seen by anyone
• to have a scape-goat
• when his lying veil is seen through
• and angry mobs give up hope
• and do what they do
• he can say, see, it’s not me
• it’s God’s judgment
• God’s punishment
• I only collect the money
• I only suggest, who to love
• and whom to hate
• my prophecies are natural cycles
• having little to do with religious Fate
• occurring everywhere, all of the Time
• without specific Dates
• God is a spirit of your Mind
• the only prophecy of Natural Religion
• is, once Born, you’ve got to Die
• in between, you have the means
• to ask why, there’s nothing in the sky
• but sky, entrapped in a vacuum
• freeing us from the womb
• imprisoning our remains, in a tomb
• this vacuum, called Universe, uni = one,
• verse = truth, but you are free
• to fantasize, about Life After Death
• and instead of celebrating Living
• Free to be mired in your Religious misery…R.D.Revilo

When Instructions, Follow

• You Will Be Asked to Be Strong
• Don’t Know For How Long
• When Hungry, What Will You Take From Me
• In The Cold, The Meek Become Bold
• The Young, Steal From The Old
• The Disciplined, Lose Their Self Control
• You Will Be Asked to Be Strong
• Don’t Know For How Long
• When Hungry, What Will You Do to Me
• The Price, Depravity, Costing Insanity
• Crying Babies, Causing Calamity
• Street Runners, Heading Into Mad Gunners
• Protecting The Food Supply, Making Many Die
• The Leaders, Running Away, Leaving The Weak to Stay
• You Will Be Asked to Be Strong
• Don’t Know For How Long
• When Hungry, What Will You Do With Me
• A Few Will Try, Most Will Just Sit and Die
• Here, There, Everywhere,Survivors Will Learn to Share
• to Unite and Fight, Bodies, Cold, Still Stones
• Will Cling Together, The Dry Bones
• Into a Valley, to Organize War Power
• The Central Cause of Change Among People
• Whom are Desperate to Overcome Evil…R.D.Revilo

Food Lines…

 

Feeling The Invisible Hand

as Rome-Merica burns
I shall simply fiddle
becoming the man in the middle
why, when two or more fight & die
revenues explode beyond the sky
I shall profit, they can’t produce & fight
thus I, Mr. Banker, control their might
I’ve the means & money
while warring, costs are soaring
they must borrow, like no TOMORROW
on my terms & conditions
Banking is Business not sorrow
the winner, I decide which One
without my money,
parties can’t buy bullets or guns
on what fun to be the middle-man
Others doing the dying
these youths are so trying
I will have it All
I determine the winner
I simply share, then cutoff the party, who
Fails to see things my way, play by my rules
that’s the one falling, what FOOLS…R.D.Revilo

Balanced Failure

The Invisible Man