Diabolical
The fancy pride coming from envy is diabolical,
teasing with power to proof what is essential.
Democratic values diminishing by pretence,
ethical principles and its hollow essence.
When genius becomes diabolical by greed,
and the system is the mother of that seed.
Evil ridicules all faith and delivers only fears,
controlling all slaves to its pears.
Algorithms for phony addictions,
the machine and the sorcerers affection.
The circus of political manipulated innocence,
turns out to be a diabolical cunning consequence.
Unholy grimaces for the pleasure of false,
Mephisto’s presidency enriching his pals.
Diabolical liberties to seal all souls forever,
capital worshipper by adoration clever.
Finding location in the doubting eyes,
and through gossiping faces it flies.
Fast magic hands that hide the tricks,
endless boredom and the need for a fix.
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https://robertrittel.blogspot.com Living virtualistic through myself. The road I wanted to follow choose me and I can see the cosmos to know itself. I remember only moments where my actions manifested the belief of my passion, choosing my next universe through what I have learned in this one. My fears got lost in dreams, sensing what needed to be done with no thinking. I believe in fairy tales, especially with dragons and how to tame them. I do not need any strange faith to worship that celestial brilliance. Dismissing everything what insults my soul and faithful in those small things, because it is in them where our strength is.
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