You don’t fucking understand:
BEYOND METAPHOR
back to truth
Business –
Juggling hundreds of thousands of dollars,
Five digits frequently.
Yet ghetto,
All same.
Big Iron,
Comes With Big Machine Payments.
Eating raw Mr. Noodles out of the package,
Like fucking animals.
Leaving Mouldy Dip Bottles,
For me to knock over in socks,
Try not to puke.
Fucking Animals!
No,
My future’ll be better than that.
I need to deliver a better future,
To everyone I’ll leave behind.
Watch me rise,
Like smoke.
Obfuscated by hiding in the shadows,
Of my marionettes.
The Witches’ Dozen.
Heads Of A Dozen Fields.
Oops.
Slipped back into Metaphor & Riddles,
When I promised truth.
Honour can’t be sated.
Only maintained.
Still,
My titles will make sense eventually,
Like night battling day.
Cold dark void encroaching upon us,
From all sides of empty space.
The black dark between galaxies.
That,
Is all true.
Boote’s Void,
Was never my fiction to steal –
Existing as a real place,
Far far away from here.
For each Division;
My Metaphors Will Hide Truth.
Clever Puzzles.
Across A Dozen Roles.
Dozen Mandates.
A Dozen Portfolios.
business is sacred
Says No Anarchist.
Seize Power,
By Any Means Necessary.
I shall beat them at their own game.
Use their own tools & weapons,
To destroy them.
Keeping everything I steal,
At my whims,
Wants,
Or fancies.
Everything will be Legal;
Vetted by Science,
Backed by evidence.
Weaving curses to hold contracts,
Drawing invisible hexes with our fingers,
Drinking –
Spiritual Power –
From various flocks of ghosts.
Ancestors,
Comrades,
Those held most dear.
To us.
Precious in heart,
& memory.
I’m coming;
Oligarchs.
Plutocrats.
Bigots.
Cons.
Embezzling Criminals,
Without Any Neighbourhood Cut.
Capitalism.
My Real Foe.
Looks like I’ll have to use Capitalism,
To kill Capitalism.
Flailing it against concrete,
Using Gravity,
Mass,
Velocity,
To end it quickly.
Remember to double tap.
Clean kills.
Always clean.
Truth:
If you can handle it,
Is that I fight for Humanity.
Most broken Apex Predator species,
Ever to live.
Cult of The Wyrm?
A Cult Of Humanism.
BEYOND METAPHOR
