The Handlers

   
   "The Handlers"
   
   Most people have them, save the 1950's era tradesman, not mocked during his labor in time for missing out on a phony college education, where frat boys drink themselves delinquent, do designer drugs, and fornicate with the proud masses of salad bar girls, where it's self-service, and she adores the Bleu Cheese, getting the flu shot; next, spreading it ALL around as you are infected with it, breathing it into the air, and the pharmacies get wealthier, while the United Nations convicts and condemns population, though they can't keep it in their pants like a Saint, or at least--a confessor.
   Indoctrinated, never self-taught (autodidactic), and not listening to the innate light of intrinsic instinct, yet forged into phonies, losing themselves, though some made a grand exodus, raising their superconductors smeared in copper and crystals--all which have frosty frequency, as does a simple piece of paper painted green or yellow.
   Secret Societies, used sapiens dead on train tracks, all for the locomotion of commotion, and they want you to get pissed; next, they dub you guilty, but they couldn't pin that shit on General Sherman.
   Don't run from those that accuse, don't let a sacred heart give you guilt, but put the chaff into the eternal fire with a mild justice, facing every snake-face with the Eagle's Vision from a soaring sublimity above.
   Phony documents, favors for kickbacks, and have none of it, all as a dove, and remember--they said Christ's Power and Joan of Arc's Power came from the devil, just so they could get on with counting their profits.
   Go Shinobi.  Find them in an alley.  And if they corner you; then, go for the biggest and ugliest one; moreover, show no mercy, as Jesus wasn't talking to the Elect, but those that are not of Him.  They say God is everybody's Father; however, Jesus called their father the father of lies and murder.  Good for Him.  Christ is no mild salsa, nor hot.  Ice cold.  There have been enough martyrs.  So let the doctors tell you to drink the tap water, but when they get home--they don't.  Sucks to be them when the Omega of modern times do arriveth.