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BongoJohn
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Registered: Oct 12, 2009
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    Oct 12, 2009 at 01:20 AM
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When the day is done

And the pie charts are completed

I'll be the one

Who won't be defeated

My contempt for humanity

Is my freedom to diverge

From a purchased society

In the blink of a camera eye

Your home is a house

With no love in it

When you choose to only take

And not give from it

Your joy ride

I must confide

Is the speed of business

Never fast enough

Impatience manifesto

Poor pedestrian

Run over in your haste

So you can quicker satiate

An outlandish greed

Always wanting tomorrow

Amidst a stand still rat race

A godless knowledge permeates

The spinning of your wheels

I won't be defeated

By the bionic mafia

Quick to pull the trigger

In the alpha male madness

I won't be defeated

By any corporation

If you try to stop me

I'll haunt you till you're gone

I won't be defeated

I'm a knight in shining armor

Not a violent man

Slitting Satan's throat

Pressing the accelerator

Isn't fast enough

You vaporize regardless

In the dropping of the bomb

Hydrogen consumes

An innocent soul

Hydrogen consumes

A politician on patrol

Hydrogen consumes

The banter of your anger

Hydrogen consumes

Till no Heaven can exist

If you want revenge

And meet aggression with aggression

You will lose the battle

In your infantile logic

When you first wake up

Be sure to slap your face

Feel a little pain

In the pride of your disgrace

Weighing the world on your shoulders

So at night the streets are empty

Security is higher

Be sure to lock all doors

It comforts the government

Knowing you are afraid

Making you a machine

And your children soldiers

This corporation's descendant

Once stood on a hill

Made of human skulls

In the trail of tears

Conquering the west

Killing all who once ruled this land

For the sake of the gold rush blessing

Soon nature is minimized

In the name of progress

No longer Mother Earth

Just corporations and concrete slabs

No middle class and no rehab

The rich get richer

And poor fill the cracks

Of the abandoned highways

Emitting high pitched noise

An auto syncing hum

To prevent retaliation

And ensure

A successful profit margin

History will repeat

The fall of Rome will come

It's easier to dismiss

Walking with The Great Pretender

If you shake the hand of Satan

While you venture towards Heaven

Prepare to turn around

You won't be on the list

People kill in the name of Jesus

People kill in the name of justice

People thrill in the shock value

Of a Hollywood ending

One day the stars will disappear

A curtain call for the Universe

Calling for the termination

of every mortal soul

So think twice before embracing anger

It's the quickest road to Hell

And if you go to Hell

You will be alone

And there is no coming back



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BongoJohn
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    Oct 12, 2009 at 01:30 AM
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In the eyes of a mortal soul

And in the consequence of dreams

Enclosed in microcosms of circuitry

Dusting the gray matters with a tell-tale broom

Down sealed corridors long forgotten

A janitor touches upon a legacy of humanity

In static shoes...

Not knowing the sheer density

Of the chip on his shoulder

In the memory that is volatile

Oblivious and loyal

He kisses his server

Tucks away his transistor radio

With a half a bar of soap

And a tattered comb


He senses that people still exist

But can't be for sure

Knowing that in the eyes of his canine friend

His world can never mend


He sweeps away his tears

Of a world he once knew

When neighbors threw parties

Before the Ending War blues


Every now and then

He grasps one hand with the other

Reminding himself

That his hands are real


As a golden rule on a deeply seated plaque

“To err is contrary to the perfect output of the Divine”

He's been hoping the plaque would disappear

Before it had appeared

As a dumbwaiter contraption

Set to rise and fall every 10,000 years

Once he ate breakfast on it out of spite

Only to have nightmares late at night

Anytime of day

He did not know when

And felt more dirty

The more he cleansed


He would sing:

'Oh Lord pretty blu

Bright immortal eyes

Lucifer is shinin

pretty blu

quickenin his bow

In da flames

I know dat Heaven

I know there be

roads of gravel

sure no streets of gold

I do what I'm told

pretty blu twinkle

star O' Bethlehem

won't you shine on me?'


One day he wandered a little beyond

with a drink in hand

Very old brandy

In a small leather flask


Peering over the rail and falling

Infinity stole him

Smashing the labyrinth

Of the only circuitry remaining

And the only circuitry needed

Containing everything ever experienced

By humankind

He laughed as his life fizzled away

And suddenly

Everyone had no recollection

Of the virtual world that once enveloped

Reality in limbo

His broomstick sank to the very bottom

And all was forgotten





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