Truth Bomb
Poem
My fictive developed a kill list
I was about four or five
When he told me this
By the time I was seven
The list had morphed into
Targets for a manmade apocalypse
Beginning with those
With the most melanin
Wait
He said to his cronies
There is so much more
We can do with this
Before you get rid of them
We can train the children from the crib
Make them slaves
We can make so much money
We can ensure that our race
Remains superior in every way
We can abuse them however we feel
No one will care
We can enslave women too
If the men get in the way
We just put them in prison
In fact
When we go for-profit prisons
We’ll do that anyway
We can also extract their melanin
Their organs
We can breed them
We can use their skin and hair
We can make so much money
Off of them
We’ll take all of theirs as well
We’ll take all their land
We’ll take all from them
By the time the end comes
We’ll have control over the planet
We’ll reduce our carbon footprint
By reducing the number of humans
Beginning with the remaining melanated
Carbon is how melanin is made anyway
We can block out the sun
They use it to absorb the particles and nutrients
Doing that activates their pineal
If they do then it activates dormant genes
We can do a lot with that
We can use them how we please
Like we have always done
We’ll consume them even
Allow the sadists and psychopaths
To do whatever they want
We’ll all be Kings
We’ll dominate this planet
That is the right order anyway
Now we’re going to prove that
That’s was my fictive’s scheme
He and all his cronies and assets
This is why the world is off balance
But leadership likes it like that
THEY ARE ALL COMPLICIT
That’s why I give them no fucking respect
