My attempt at being able to still russian in an artistic way because one of my accounts has a mostly russian audience for no apparent reason *****
As a spy
You're tought to lie and deny
To collect and infect
But
What's left
After you see the reality of the mess
Practicing your brogue
Looking to invoke
Anyone who will obey
No matter what we say
Contemplating what's woke
Not allowed to evoke
Our own logic
Yours is flawless
On every exotic topic
We live lawless
Scripted colloque
Unknown targets life revoked
Because we provoked
Living under cloak
Like it's all a joke
This is exactly why we go rogue
(Poetry)
Poking
Prodding
Experimentation
Laying in a hospital bed
Not somewhere I want to be
Seeing why I'm not dead
This is not my destination
(Poetry)
Willpower?
It doesn't work like that.
Well I guess I'm an anomaly.
He's particularly frustrated because he was a potential target. The fbi wants to know everything, but there are details they have to withhold and things they just don't know.
As they comb through ever facet of this kid's life and come up with more questions than answers, while crying to experts to analyze it... the simple answer is also true. He just wanted to make a huge statement and be remembered. Political affiliation had little to do with anything.
Furthermore....
Now the black community is pissed that Republicans care more about this shit show than blatant murder of black women in their homes by white cops. Nvm the other issues surrounding this.
And obviously having people in their sight means that there are certain individuals that are currently being monitored and not just followed, but digitally observed.
No wonder people like Snowden and assange rustle their jimmies.
Take your struggle and pain
Turn it into art
This is exactly where it should start
Raw emotion and truth
It can be bad, cringe or uncouth
It doesn't matter
There's no one to flatter
Just you and your thoughts
The worst art is the kind that's bought
Rawness and truth are such a rarity
We've already seen every kind of parody
We crave real
In a world that's fake
So whatever you make
Ensure the audience can feel
We're so detached
We need this
We don't want talent unmatched
We want rare, weird, darkness, the abyss
Something to make us reminisce
Don't blitz and quit because you think you'll miss
There is no target
All is abstract
No talent you lack
It's all about the self
Mind body and spirit
And finding a way for others to hear it
(Poetry)
I'm probably going to die in an uncomfortable way
but it won't be today
I've heard only the good die young
And it seems true
A man said it once
It was impactful because it was sung
Funny how drawn out rhymes
Just make more sense with time
You were breathing in all these toxins
Yes
You also had covid
Yes
And you were still smoking
Yes - heavily
How do you feel
My chronic coughing is almost gone and I can breathe ok - but I might get a little winded if I jog.... for now.
How
Idk you're the professional you tell me
Memory loss is abundant and clear
But my mind refuses to adhere
It will fight with all of it's might
It's in my nature
My personality says it's major
Even if I wanted to just give up
My brain says it still hasn't had enough
What can I do
My thoughts are currently askew
But my neurons will renew
A synapses - a neural pathway
What more can I say
I don't call the shots
The firing neurons do what they were taught
My neuroplasticity will thwart any cytotoxicity
No toxins, virus, or tbi
Can make what's inside the encephalon die
(Poetry)
Counterterrorism and religion
go hand in hand
If you don't understand
I can't make you
But I can say
Most of it is fake dude
Please don't quote the bible to me
You're all blind sheep pretending to see
You cry about the earth's destruction
Without a notion of higher power whom you can give devotion
You can't even function
You meet your downfall
When you follow the instruction
His word is infallible
But your ideals are malleable
This is the rules we live by
But you covet murder steal cheat and lie
We will be forgiven
For the things commanded
Written literally in stone
Privilege you were given under conditions
No respect for women
Searching for a throne
Killing people in a safe zone
Denying everything that's known
Is that what God wants?
You to lie, deny and justify your actions to make a population die?
Is this war wrath and vengeance
In the name which you do not speak
To a "man" who doesn't hear
To whom you show no repentance
To the truth you turn the other cheek
Make others live in fear
Is this the reality you actually seek
My the future sure looks bleak
Kill or be killed
There's a prophecy
That needs to be filled
A man's word
From long ago
It's for prosperity
Didn't you know
For there to be winners
There must be losers
We're all sinners
Users and abusers
As we were made
But Don't worry
False promises will have you saved
Would God really care
About a few left in despair
When his word is made good
And we do as the book says we should
That book written by some guys
Not really god
But propaganda
Oh what a suprise
What a twist of fate
That people would debate
If you make it come true
It's still what God intended for you to do
The lines are blurred
Who's the villan
Are there any heros
What can be inferred
The people they're killin
Are civilians
Ignored plight cries and woes
It never occurred
They're just standing up to presumed foes
One man's freedom fighter
Is another man's terrorist
The opposed of the blighter
All of you need a therapist
We have to win at all costs!
That seems spiritually expensive ...
If that's the case, I'd rather be a loser.
Especially when you know
That your ally
has committed war crimes
They want you to help defend
While they larp and pretend
And you know better
But you must follow the book to the letter
Fuck that book
Fuck these leaders
Their methods will have you shook
The lies from the speakers
Will have you questioning your sanity
A cover for their inhumanity
I can still russian - meaning speak it with a decent accent and write it as well as remember the Alphabet.
On another note paris really stepped up when it came to the Olympics. They failed a little with russian spies and whatnot. But my goodness. Good job.