(via fullcommunism)
worst poem submission
no idea why the bullet points…
- Religion is a load of shit,
- The man inside the boy admits,
- The echo of a triple bomb,
- Resounds through limbs with such aplomb,
- Like poison doing as poison does,
- Spreading vile roots in the name of Jesus,
- Christ can we not see down this fault line,
- And fuck the bloody juice and get fucked on real wine,
- Symbols and dresses of an unknowing age,
- Permeating this time, like some rhyme on a stage,
- High on a cloud, church, mosque or synagogue,
- Mountainous pedestal proclaiming the gossip of god,
- Follow my light and I’ll show you the way,
- Squeezing your soul, after the slay,
- Fear and loathing of your own form,
- Misanthropy and misogyny, from those you were born,
- Submission through prayer, through worship and fear,
- Compliance through genocide. Mutilation.
- The clit and the foreskin, not part of gods plan,
- A harmful invention to the goodness of man.
- Religion really takes the piss,
- Control and authority in the next life or this?
- Beheading apostates and burning of heretics,
- A stain on their conscience, a stain on their heritage,
- Dressing children in costume whether they like it or not,
- Covering the faces of women, illustrating their lot.
- Does goodness not reach fruition from the want to do good,
- Not from scared submission, but the pleasure of doing good?
- And as I walk through Stamford Hill,
- I see them and us, they see us all ill,
- I see their children, dragging their tails,
- Picking up the pieces from their parents’ fails,
- If they’re smart, they’ll escape clutch and claw,
- To save an old brain, brainwashed and sore,
- Don’t blame the people, don’t blame the sheep!
- Statements like this are transparent and cheap,
- I obey in moderation,
- Therefore I’m okay?
- I seek my own salvation,
- In my own special way!
- You are massively deluded, you’re just as to blame,
- So stop hugging the middle ground and please grow a brain.
- To pray to a direction is not befitting of humankind,
- To trust ancient text, to plain words do you bind,
- No question or enquiry,
- You distend your gullibility,
- With infinitesimal sensibility.
- Teaching tolerance and perseverance,
- But secretly pitying the others’ appearance,
- Obscene obsessions with the orgasmic option,
- With position, purpose and contraception,
- The sexless uppers command nothing less of the basic urges than persecution.
- Those who live by the medieval,
- need medication to cure their evil,
- Their concept of fury, damnation and fire,
- Is only so because of their intense desire!
- They say that ignorance is bliss,
- And they are full of this and piss,
- Off your knocking at my door,
- You troubled, transparent boring bores,
- Who ride in twos and talk of road rage,
- Their destiny to do so ‘til their old age.
- Why can’t we challenge this segregation,
- Infiltrate the congregation!
- Stand in their way, block their position,
- Give them a taste of inquisition!
- The future children of future matter,
- Will make religion smug and fatter,
- Unless we call our minds to arms,
- For god’s sake sound some alarm!
- The dawn of man, buried under sand,
- We should help them understand,
- Help those who still swim in primeval seas,
- Who talk to and of, little fairies,
- Should face the facts and face the truth,
- In your mind what constitutes truth?
- It’s hard to face a wasted life,
- The roundness of a blunted knife,
- That spreads across the holy likeness,
- Burned in as sign of a higher deity,
- Or is it just an in built tendency,
- To see ourselves in smoke and litter,
- The imprint of a fugly critter,
- The burning aura of a flower,
- From gods power in half an hour,
- All tweeting, chirping singing larks,
- Made of his highnesses pretty quarks,
- I enlarge myself into myself,
- Leave Copernicus on the shelf,
- The stretching cosmos for us was built,
- To fit in our stupidity to the hilt.
- The four horsemen, may their minds expand,
- And spread across this earthly land,
- The art of reasoned, crystal thinking,
- Exploratory matter linking,
- Super and natural explanation,
- A step towards the world in nation.
- Give women power of their cycles and movements,
- First on the list of necessary improvements,
- Let the children think in their own way,
- Without the true poison of the guardians sway,
- From broken adults too ashamed to admit,
- That they too were broken through it.
- Man hands on misery to man,
- It deepens like a coastal shelf,
- Break the mould as soon you can,
- And live to be, and be yourself.
“All property should be held in common and should be distributed to each according to his needs as the occasion required. Any prince, count or lord who did not want to do this, after first being warned about it should be beheaded or hanged.” - Thomas Müntzer
(via fullcommunism)
ASDJFHSJDFSG OMG
Asshole brain is an asshole.
(via avantbear)
Dune Travel Posters by drfaustusau
Dont worry about taking a well-deserved vacation with our Navigators, after all, fear is the mind killer!
(via deviantart)
RIP the NHS… Neil Kinnock had it down
So yeah. Neil Kinnock said this in 1983. GO THE TORIES!
I warn you that you will have pain – when healing and relief depend upon payment. I warn you that you will have ignorance – when talents are untended and wits are wasted, when learning is a privilege and not a right. I warn you that you will have poverty – when pensions slip and benefits are whittled away by a government that won’t pay in an economy that can’t pay. I warn you that you will be cold – when fuel charges are used as a tax system that the rich don’t notice and the poor can’t afford.
I warn you that you must not expect work – when many cannot spend, more will not be able to earn. When they don’t earn, they don’t spend. When they don’t spend, work dies. I warn you not to go into the streets alone after dark or into the streets in large crowds of protest in the light. I warn you that you will be quiet – when the curfew of fear and the gibbet of unemployment make you obedient. I warn you that you will have defence of a sort – with a risk and at a price that passes all understanding. I warn you that you will be home-bound – when fares and transport bills kill leisure and lock you up. I warn you that you will borrow less – when credit, loans, mortgages and easy payments are refused to people on your melting income.
If Margaret Thatcher wins on Thursday, I warn you not to be ordinary. I warn you not to be young. I warn you not to fall ill. I warn you not to get old.
