Monday, September 21, 2009

Rant, Rave, Spit Blood

(A little something I wrote in 2006)

Rant, rave, spit blood, take the kick to the balls, wallow in the mud. Laugh it off, strike back, act as if you are right. Write young man... write.

If they mock; scoff, write them off as incompetent. Fools they must be, archaic in mind and soul. Dumbfounded, fool hearted, hoodwinked by their religion, their false prophets, the holes in their constitutions. Wrong is their self-righteousness, wrong their stagnant sense of good vs evil. Inane, let them them cling to their sense of power, their us versus them. Their time is near, the fog will clear, intelligence trumps dogma, stronger wills will prevail. The good fight is one worth fighting. Rights over rites, logic regardless of profit. Carry on beautiful dreamers, your day will come.

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