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Komplex Sinplicities, Section Two, Prophecies Excerpt
Here I’m gonna share with you one of the scared scrolls of prophecies from Section Two of my book, Komplex Sinplicities; available on Kindle and paperback. Enjoy!
LOST SCROLL OF THE ABHORED NATIONS
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There shall be professional weepers who will roam the land, and we shall pay them tribute for having went far and wide in their travels.
And we can rest assured that they will become disgustingly annoyed with the whole bit and shall put their weeping aside and seek therapy for doing such a silly thing in the first place.
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And it shall come to pass in those days when the poultry will begin to randomly lay eggs at random places at random times throughout the day and night . . . randomly.
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Yea, there shall be an albino jabberwocky with a gastrointestinal disorder whose flatulence will cause the fruit bearing trees within the immediate vicinity of the discharge to produce thrice their normal yield lest they firstly go barren.
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Look not to put thy faith in any goat farmer whose stench is greater than that of his livestock. Nor shall thou also believeth his words when he proclaims unto the political leaders of the nations that communal free range goat farming is the answer to the world’s economical problems.
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Do not ill mindedly burn a thing that doth not belong to you. For the owner may do something horrific back to you; like splash milk on you that has the consistency of kangaroo semen.
But not the consistency of kangaroo semen of today, but rather the consistency of kangaroo semen of the late 1930’s; particularly that of mid 1937 around June . . . or perhaps even July between the morning hours of 7:30 and 9:30 Mountain Standard Time.
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Woe be unto the task masters that knoweth not of the tasks they are to be tasking! This will be a fearful day! For there will be great confusion in the land and many people who laboreth to provide a proper meal for their families will become unlabored in their tiresome efforts as they are seen in their confusion as unfit to perform their daily tasks.
And it should be so noted the unemployment rate shall dramatically rise to the ascending motion of increase.
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Blessed are the pig tail eaters. For they know good food when others know not of it.
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Blessed are the drain cleaners. For they shall inherit their filth unwantingly.
. . . and there ya have it. Thanks for reading,
Kyran Ravencroft
Komplex Sinplicities, Section One, Poetry Excerpts
Komplex Sinplicities is comprised of three different sections. Here are just a few samples of poetry from Section One of my book; which is available on Kindle and paperback. Enjoy!
Alas! My fair lady . . .
As I cast my gaze upon you,
I look into the eyes of someone
far more beautiful than beauty itself.
Should the angels in heaven
be so jealous of a kinder nature!
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ODE TO THE PIGGY
The bacon on my plate,
it smells really good.
It’s the most de-lish
in the whole neighborhood!
But let’s take a minute,
let’s take some time,
to see how the piggy
has allowed me to dine.
Let’s se-e-e how the porkers die!
Piggy and his friends
are loaded off a truck.
They’re met by some men
who want to beat them up.
Sometimes a little piggy
will sense the end of time.
And piggy goes all crazy
in attempt for him to shine.
The pi-i-ig will lose his mind!
They check the truck for babies
the piggies leave behind.
They toss ’em in a chamber
and gas ’em till they die.
They’re sold to the schools
for the kids to have some fun.
So pick up your scalpels,
and cut out piggies tongue!
Let’s cho-o-op the oinkers up!
But back to the piggies,
and on down the line,
they’re headed down a ramp,
and for the final time.
They’re hit with electrodes
that give them quite a shock.
It blows out their rump holes,
and then they’re hung on hooks.
It’s ti-i-ime to bleed ’em dry!
They cut the piggies throats,
and let them bleed all out.
It pours into drains
the sewers carry out.
They singe off their hair,
and continue down the line
where the workers slice them up
unrecognizable as swine.
They u-u-use some sharp ass knives!
The workers cut them up
into things you like to eat.
And what’s not in byproduct
are things like ears and feet.
Sometimes the workers test
the sharpness of their knives,
and they’ll cut off a finger
to contaminate the lines.
They’re sa-a-aved before they die!
What you may not know
is piggies like pork too.
For if a piggy dies
he’s put in piggy food.
It may be the reason
to the question “Why?”
that sometimes little piggy
will lose his freak’n mind.
Let’s la-a-augh at the crazy swine!
Some folks eat meat,
and other people don’t.
I don’t care either way.
Whatever floats your boat.
But if it may be bacon,
or sausage on the grill,
LONG LIVE THE PIGGY!
The “oinkers”, if you will.
Long li-i-ive a tasty meal!
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Dear mosquitoes,
near and far,
I like my blood cells
where they are.
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Beautiful fireflies dancing all around.
Ever so pretty until dead they are found.
. . . thank you for reading,
Kyran Ravencroft