Ladder of Daggers, English beat poetry

This ladder of daggers, where does it lead? Is there death in this Pandora's box unlocked? Why face fear when you can be invisible? Look around you at the world. Tinpot despots control your destiny. Best to ignore the media completely. Shatter your fate and flutter your wings. Sin, sing and make a din like an angry banshee - be a reluctant ghost. It makes no difference this planet's lost in apocalypse of alien fabrication. Kick it to the pricks. Be sick on buses. Make a fuss, get arrested; try to duck. Enter your hermitage when you need a rest. Cry like a baby when your friends die and when they try to humiliate you flick your blood in their eyes. You will be dead forever even if there's a Goddess - let her be your Dominatrix. Give her cunnilingus whenever possible. Caper like a fool; embrace Chaos - there's no such thing as an unbreakable rule. Revel in nature and kindred spirits. Each time you lose someone find two more. We're like ants, us, we'll never be beaten. Kill a million and a million and one, will arise, to challenge lies. Even their nuclear weapons cannot stop us. We will return as lightning - as wailing ghosts. We are the bad consciences of bureaucrats. A Heavenly host. We're a plague of joker locusts upon the face of Earth, as you perceive us. You're on our bad side. We're guaranteed rebirth. In infinite time and human genealogy we're guaranteed that the spinning wheels of these matrices will realign so that we once more can be free.

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