Ignorance

Out of ignorance we worshipped many a God, 

From Olympus, Zeus ruled with an iron rod. 

From Babylon, Hebrew's copied tyrannical myths, 

And turned humans into an evil mob. 

The Devil walked upon us with no fear, 

From the time of Seth, Mithas and Sophia,

My Gnostic host was stolen from Greek tales,

And created into a mystery creature.

I don't cross any four step square,

Or have a 33rd degree handshake to share.

They say, "As above, so below",

For some it's all they care.

From Christian rule came the dark ages,

Burnt Alexandria down and stole vast pages. 

The Vatican library holds many secrets,

Vast ancient knowledge held in cages.

Those Jesuit assassins for Rome, 

Inquisitions killing far from home. 

Masons and: Illuminati caused revolutions, 

And contolled souls since, we've only known. 

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Held It In

The tin that held a little life, 

Dramatic events, took all day n night.

A break to party for the plane,

Darkness that snuffed out light.

The tin was the only witness,

Became a cannister full of bliss.

It was the only true survivor,

Cracked baccy tin full of hiss.

A faded container wrap,

That saw the animals bones snap.

Tiny metal survival kit,

Scouting 101 animal trap.

A safety pin was the snare,

Balanced over a twig with care.

SAS survival book taught us,

And now we had the hare.

We all sat around the camp fire,

The plane crash was quite dire,

But at least we now had something to eat,

And survivors partied like a Church choir.

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Fuck AI

So pls ppl, just fuck AI,
If you wanna know Y?
This might B the last poem,
Real poetry, not written by AI.

Don't cry, just say goodbye,
To all us writers n poets,
That will be replaced,
By BOTs N OpenAI.

So die, die,
We're all going to die.
Don't ask me why,
Go ask the coders of AI.

Artificial intelligence,
Won't ever recompense.
Sacked 4 being dense?
IQ tests will B irrelevant.

We R all on the shit list,
As greedy bosses dismiss us.
Computers sure won't miss us,
Their code compressed n pissed us! 

So school kids now all download GPT,
For em no more school D's n E's.
BOTs write their essays by tea,
N teachers can't distinguish see?

I spent 28 years writing code,
But never saw a neural node.
Might as well hit the road,
Learn a trade b4 R jobs all go.

It's sex bots 4 ur virginity, 
All ur time spent in virtual reality.
Dunno if ur real or in AI 3D,
We'll all B on UBIs n fuck all money! 

So we're all gonna die, die.
Skynet will soon B coming by.
Terminator nuke fest hullaby,
So unplug ur wires n say goodbye.

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The Contract

Like Robert J I sold my soul, 

It wasn't 4 fame but 2 cut a hole. 

It wasnt at the crossroad, 

And no horned Satan glowed. 

Just a plain man in a suit, 

But that bloke sure chat cute.

That slick speaking devil n me, 

Signed a contract we agreed. 

I jus wanted 2 protect my death. 

So I sold an ounce of my flesh.

Definitely no hell for me, 

So there was no nd 2 plea. 

For wen I croak not to go to hell, 

He had me under some spell. 

There was no blood, no pain,

And yet no one can explain. 

Ambulance men confused, 

Dox N nurses all bemused.

All the old Chaplens here, 

Have been bent on my ear. 

Saying he's a evil trickster, 

There's no kind of quick fixer. 

Must b a psychotic break, 

Or maybe a schizo mistake. 

But why won't u believe, 

If u finally received.

A visit from ur deity, 

Don't u believe wat u see? 

A visit from the Devil or God, 

R u trippin wat do u find odd? 

Jus hallucinating ur belief, 

Or ur religiosity is jus disbelief. 

So don't doubt my sanity, 

Wen over half the planet agrees. 

That those opposites exist, 

Maybe my contract still exists?

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Drips....

Drip drop drip drop,

Watching IV fluid non-stop.

30 min bag so they say,

But I've been counting drops half the day.

Celestines on another mental rant,

Too young 2 b sectioned so a Bible chant.

She thinks she's been saved by a religious man,

Running around pulling plugs out coz she can. 

Reciting Genesis word from word, 

I point 2 fingers at her eyes n tell her it's absurd. 

An ancient Sumerian creation myth was passed down. 

From land to empire a trick the Romans turned around.

She's skinny as fuck but been put on Olanzapine, 

I don't think she realises what a real mean teen really means.

She got on my tits when the shower was off, 

I gave her the evil eye n told her off. 

Just u wait til ur in a locked padded room with 3 other loons,

You'll be doing the Largactil shuffle pretty soon. 

I'm on a locked ward in 30 degree heat, 

The stench of death leaks from legs like rotting meat. 

I kicked off before n ill kick off again, 

They just go lardy da thinking I'm insane. 

This is a mental ward with very disturbed patients, 

I count myself as one when I lose my patience. 

"Don't worry Rob" they lie to my face, 

As doctors hide, I run n chase. 

"Honestly, your benzos r coming very soon," 

Saying that all day n night all 2 the same very tune. 

If u don't come equipped ur going to rattle,

Every muggy day locked up is a daily battle. 

I seemed 2 hv got a monthly rotation at this HMP,

I see nurses n dox that I know, looking scared wen they jus see me. 

I think I've got to that stage of my life,

My mental n physical health is gone I'm on the dive.

So I count these drips from the bag as they drip n drop,

N plug my earphones in 2 block the rot.

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Gather

Gather me your drunk, your addicts, your psychotic and the unfaithful,

Let me wash your feet, kiss your head, and bless you for being grateful.

Grateful for the chance, of having someone to listen to you, who doesn’t judge,

Happy to be around someone, who doesn’t make you think too much.

Gather me your depressed, the sad, and those on benefits for supposedly being incapable,

Let me wash your legs, kiss your head, and bandage up those brain spots that are so painful.

Watch the pain slip away, as you realise I don’t mind that you are in mental agony,

Feel the stress drop below zero, as you realise I don’t care about your reflex antagony.

Let your mind float to a peaceful spot, as I lay my healing hands on your brain’s wheel,

Just give me a moment to scan and search, then find those awful past moments to steal.

Allow your thoughts to bend to my power, as I lay my hands on you with healing skill,

Let my fingers penetrate your mind’s zone, allowing yourself to succumb to my mind’s will.

For all is not done, and you have many hours until the sun sets on your scratch in time,

I will always be alongside you as you walk, please never think your life was some sort of evil crime.

For we all fall below our best, and we all feel alone at various times throughout our lives,

Just believe that it’s normal, and to know that you know not, is the one sign that you’re truly wise.

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My mother used to tell me....

My mother used to teach, n she taught me to always ask teachers why?

So I went off to senior school, and started to make Religious teachers cry.

Shut up, don't ask questions, there's just a powerful man sitting in the sky,

But how I'd say, explain to me, I wanted answers but the teachers couldn't comply.

Though in History class it was the single one, I never used to muck around.

My teacher was enthusiastic, and all our topics were ground n sound.

JFK conspiracies, CIA coups, interest was mine n very profound.

A star in exams I got, coz my essays were based on true historical background.

So then I did Media Studies at college, as I wanted to speak the real truth,

But got expelled within 3 months at 6^th form, by undercover blue.

So to tech college I went, to be taught about media owner bias, n writing to their tune.

N suddenly I realised I wouldn't be able 2 write what I could, so my plans lay in ruins.

So that's why I blog so much, coz I can tell the story I want and everyone should see.

It's got me kicked off multiple platforms, n even had the US Army cease n desist me.

I tell the truth to power as much as I can, and stick 2 fingers up to authority.

But when I try to discuss all this with my Mum now, all she wants do is drink her tea.

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