History's End

History’s End

O Primal Father (In the beginning . . .)
prototype of G-d (man created G-d)
life after physical death (b/c he feels so small:)

disprovable and unprovable. (or is this wrong?)

Whence, whither, why; (From dirt to dirt; to rhyme,)
ideated phantasms ('morals' with which rulers subjugate,)
placating the inner cry, (hope for the subservient masses.)

anguished,
we must all one day die.
Panglossian eyes

render ab-surd (evil) G-d’s design.

Calvin’s predestinate certainty
torturously makes making money
life’s best bet; which burning (har har) means

dispelling of introspection: alas, sober labor begets perfection.
Saints need not sins of recollection;
G-d helps those who help themselves.

Woe to my Native ‘American’ raped sisters,
my African ‘American’ ghetto-rapping brothers,
the white man seeks to only alleviate your burdens:

get tending to those tobacco fields or to the Caribbean you go!

The end of history is fast coming to a close,
poverty ‘is not’ the legacy of slavery and racism; (Is to!)
poverty is the legacy of greed, injustice, and genocide!

Tatobem spoke not Dutch, his people spoke white man smallpox.
Winthrop declared, “democracy sucks,
and G-d wants the Indians to die.” Run deep do Anglo-Saxon lies.

The Devil’s Recipe, a false democracy of elites,
imposed by weapons, laws, and bombs,
cities built on hills of murdered Indian bones;

lifelessly dealing you cards at the local casino.

Nipponese Fukuyamas’ spreading their masters’ lies,
Hiroshima and Nagasaki made them wise;
Oppenheimer opened their eyes (well, incinerated them actually).

With no more enemies left, what was left for the west?
Marx has firmly been laid to rest.
O wait, my car needs gas.

Time to kick some Middle-Eastern ass!

To Persia we must go, to Persia we must go,
‘our’ Anglo-Jew-‘American’ government told us so.
If we don’t Kill Muslims today;

tomorrow you too will be beholden to Sharia law. (Mendacity.)

Prologue to History’s End

Americans have been brainwashed, (With land upon many seas.)
we have been blinded by neon lights appealing to our greed.

We shall continue consuming, killing, and manufacturing weapons,
b/c this is how corporate ‘America’ profits -- and survives.

Dancing with the Stars is just another part
of the Devil’s Recipe, just like Paris Hilton and Anna’s baby.

We are too individually busy to truly see,
what is really going on in the world today.

The Jews have their homeland, to Israel they must go,
not stay here in the U.S.A. waiting for Mashiach to take them away.

Use those interest free American loans to rebuild the Temple;
instead of making war & bombs: yours is the way of world peace.

Damned Protestant goyim are so religiously gullible -- profit blinds,
while Catholic America are too busy paying the boys’ attorneys’;

and the conquered rabble keep paying court costs or join the Army,
breathing ponderous sighs as their credit score they wearily eye.

Why are we paying multi-millionaires to make more laws
and privatize our Social Security and Health Insurance?

‘War is expensive’ says Colonel Jones, as Westhusing
puts a bullet in his head b/c his patriotism had been outsourced!

Epilogue to History’s End

I light a lantern in the morning for I am blinded by what I see,
disgusted, disgusted, disgusted -- woe is me!
New day same song, Ragnarok daily recurs,
New twists, new turns, but ever the bottom line is profit returns;

even as G-d’s glorious creation, this earth, we warm and burn.

Christ himself has been transvalued into a militant warrior,
Cursing those who bless him, (Behind me thrice-denying Satan.)
and blessing those whom curse him; (For they know naught . . .)
who needs to impoverishedly serve when up in them there hills

there is gold. ‘Riches’ after all are granted to the enchanted!

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
With bloodied hands and a greedy heart,
the meek provide my way through the dark.
I hate evil people and I separate myself from the wicked,

YHWH’s fathomless ways have I divined to meet my ends.

Contariwise, in truth, the end of perfect man is peace.
Ruach fill me with limitless divinity,
as I follow the father of mans decrees: righteous Noah,
your law has ever been with man by which to live,

as Jesus shewed we can.

Credo ut intelligam. Intelligo ut credam.
The Word has covered the world, we know; do we believe?
Has any government, or disfranchised, demonstrated their faith
peacefully?

Who, plural and not a he, will lead the way?

The end of history is indeed at hand. Yet the Devil’s Recipe
makes a mockery of today’s ‘liberal democracies.’
Peace shall not be wrought of war, did not Hitler settle this score
once and for all . . . Judgment Day calls;

else the economics of consumption, security, & war, enslave us all.

We can continue to be exploited and exploit, buy and sell
the dream of owning more, while the preacher man keeps saying
Armageddon is near; the United States is the one fighting wars
in Irag, Afghanistan, the Sudan, and G-d knows where else . . .

America the great, mother of prostitutes and abominations!

Money, politicians, international businessman, patriotic pride,
charity, G-d, & humanity, only a trinity of the afore seven
shall survive -- when the messianic age arrives:
the business of priests is humanity not trade and gambling.

Love, faith, & hope -- the triune of humankind’s triumph.

If you still pass money to survive,
then the end of history has yet arrived.
Throw down your worthless government manufactured idols,
in G-d we trust, not in money; dispossess the will of want,

and accept The Truth that only love will set us free. (Charity)

G-d bless you and me. (Faith)

Peace (Hope)
History Ends