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Originally Posted by Vulgar
Raising the Lindbergh Baby
"One should see the world, and see himself as a scale with an equal balance of good and evil. When he does one good deed the scale is tipped to the good - he and the world is saved. When he does one evil deed the scale is tipped to the bad - he and the world is destroyed."
Maimonides
The only thing in this world crueler than a child with a magnifying glass
is the man that takes the brainchildren of a just and equal society ransom.
Here’s an alibi at last, taking fatality’s chances. The survival of anthems
dependent on the youth reclaiming the olden masks of these phantoms
Our lifeline’s short, we needn’t even ask for compassion’s enjambment
It's a long, unrevised poem about theology: shipwreck on Nazareth landing
let’s get past all the chanting, ranting, and havoc to managing planning
let's put a halt to throwing stones at Goliath’s evening carriage at random
I don’t see giants among men, I see adolescent vassals and barons
I see Lazarus baring his teeth in a palace disparaged, collapsed in the barracks
Some would prefer infanticide to being trapped in a harem,
or going to church with no lasting morals, a pale, waxen appearance
the factor's embarrassing. We need to grow up, summon the blue flames
As a race we’re still wet behind the ears from the blood of the crusades
Buttered nougats and soufflés adorn a table fit for no man
Most that dine deserve the boxed lunches at Auschwitz’s daycare program
The fountain of youth without an irrigation system -
causes sandy hooks that do little to lift the veil on properly raising children
Keep your top hats on, my brothers from a number of troubling tribes
Please take your prayer beads out and raise 'em up to the discomforting sky
My point to make is that the age of accountability doesn’t apply;
if we don’t live in an age of accountability, but that‘s the crux of this lie.
Take the offspring of our wives. Those little munchkins make a stunning regime
I hope the mark of the bee sting leads to prosperous fields of honey and wheat
Rather than a toppled veneer, the rubble of Greece, we were rubbin their cheeks
though they crawl, coo, & cuddle in sheets, soon they’ll succumb to the breach
We wear condoms in fear that we’ll give birth to sons that besiege
We’re past the 1980’s coups, the incubation flukes, it sounds crazy too
The first steps that they take…stamping on the human face forever, in baby shoes.
Exaggerations? Few. Just look at the data I’ve collected
If evil stems from childhood, why not at the earliest stage attempt to correct it?
Today’s lesson: Children of men, if given the chance to...
Would take advantage of that undeveloped, foreign disguise
When the umbilical cord is cut, don’t be hypnotized by those adorable eyes
cause I know human nature on a first name basis & he can be a horrible guy.
These first-borns’ll provide much destruction, build missiles and drones
Miniature killers who continue to hone lineages of anti-spiritual rogues
Consider that Reverend Death smiles at us all, smitten in chrysalis smoke
for the crimes our brainchildren have committed in loads
Payback’s a bitch to the bone
and poetic justice wasn’t the most well written of codes
therefore I regret to inform you that your million dollar baby's on official parole...
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…our children could grow into bitter monstrosities
without limits, control, and physical monitoring.
But with simple – imposed - dermal digi-technology
the chips on their shoulders administered properly
could give us more honest feedback on their thoughts
their physique, their autonomy, actions and more.
Once that’s been procured, we can start to address
any harmful intentions or partial defects
found in arduous tests, then attend to their cells
& embark on corrections to save them from themselves.
With everyone helped – which is the purpose given –
God’s playground can be enjoyed by the most gifted & perfect children...
…Are these political words of wisdom being used to deceive
or a modern miracle worth conviction? The future looks bleak
no matter how you choose to perceive it. Be that as slaves to genetics
- mere human guinea pigs the meek await to inherit –
labelled authentic when our very identity’s manufactured
with our double-helices the structures really keeping us captive.
Creatures of habit become a breeding ground for clone-esones
and our freedom is banished because of greed. Now it’s otiose
to think how they chose to cope when if only they had believed
what millions of minds all pulling the same way could achieve
with conveyor belt DNA signatures, processed and assigned,
- Genetic designer babies replicating the next that’s in line -
from the pigment to their height – Each identically matched
with no ending in sight as they’re engineered together en masse.
Using replica strands for our betterment & our wellbeing we trust’s safe,
…but our government wouldn’t use if for any other reasons,
would they?
A deep mistrust lays beneath the guttural rumble of machines,
that grumble as if realising how their productions been received.
- They splutter and they screech as if appalled by the retrofits,
while the Government release statements on how it’s all for our benefit.
The factory walls see it’s eminency in their noxious, plastic, smiles
- but I wouldn’t trust ‘em as far as I could throw their robotic bastard child.
With carbon-copies stacked in piles & innumerable data collected
we’re promised advance in style…
towards the day of our reckoning.
- We automated their engines, sped them up as a novelty,
Took away the attendants who oversaw they were functioning properly.
Now if we look at it logically, with everything we’ve ever fed
them, we’re just a commodity - They don’t consider us a threat.
It’s Darwinism in effect.
Both options fool to deceive -
The future looks bleak no matter how you choose to perceive it...