No,
After the great transformation –
I shall pick my efforts carefully.
Beyond capital,
There is freedom.
The opportunity to make true decisions,
That benefit the most people possible.
A last streak of Utilitarianism,
That runs through my Anarchist veins.
I’ve studied,
A hundred philosophies,
Murdered a dozen gods.
Stolen the names of others,
Digesting them slowly.
Fast talk,
Misdirection in art form.
Can you gaslight people towards truth?
Don’t really want to try.
Waiting years,
For dinner.
Licking my lips,
Watching hedge fund disasters.
When I am free,
From capitalism –
I will play the warlord,
Once again.
Only this time,
Creating vast empires –
Devoted to singular ideologies.
Honor.
Truth.
Justice.
Equality.
Min-maxed to perfection,
Within my domain.
Gifting freedom,
& purpose.
I’m no damn prophet!
Not a fucking messiah.
Hunger incarnate –
Enemy of famine.
Devouring ourselves,
So we never devour the world.
Who are we?
I prefer to remain,
A thousand wisdoms.
A dozen paths towards peace.
A World Serpent at last.
Maybe I’ll follow Hubbard –
The Cult of The Wyrm,
Made real.
Hunger Incarnate.
