Chapter Black Tape Marathon Viewing

So many horrors compressed into thousands of hours

Fraying senses, eroding hope

Ghastly binge-watching

Only to grasp reality

To make the most malevolent beings from Jigoku itself

Curl into fetal positions

Shuddering, sobbing sulfuric tears

While escaping those who delusionally believe in happy ever afters

Continuing falsehoods while commencing the fatal 10th step with their arsenic plastered smiles

There would be smiles, but the worst kind

Millennia upon millennia worth of cruelty was recorded and projected on the screen

The shrieking of men, women, and children became the present soundtrack

Accentuating the incidental horrors on display

The constant slaughter in the name of a higher power, pantheon, or the absence of such

Recurred by several increments

Churches razed while four girls perish inside while their assailants get free rides

Burn my eyes much like the steeple

Kings and elected officials deny the humanity of others sending millions to the afterlife

Lineages of brutality linking devils across thousands of miles as land was conquered

Black children thrown into the maws of alligators at sick sales

Liquidated lives at liquidated prices

Next to the furniture filled with human hair and upholstered with the skin of the victims

Eyes can’t look away

Lest they face sugary lies

Looking at someone the wrong way sends the looker to the grave

While in the same hour, two blades from one in the apex class penetrate the innocence and the spirit

More knives slice open those expecting to bring more life only to be snuffed with impunity

The unknown camerapeople document with unlimited memory

With cold cases and cold corpses under a defiled orphanage

Bomet lazima walipe

The cries of those lynched in uniform are deafened under the homes of those who were seen as “real heroes” to get the credit and every bill of generous intention

Severed skulls pile up and shown in private science labs

Residing in glass cases for over a century

Ignoring the potential history repeating for different communities

Vile! Vile! Everything is vile!

The arsenic smiles continuing with their haunting chants

“Just move on.”

“Let go.”

“I didn’t do those things!”

“They didn’t mean it!”

They try to choke the roses while only the thorns could be seen

The blood leaks from outside the screen though minuscule compared to the ensorcelled tape

Such a grisly insulation (or a wake-up call?) against puffed-up ideals

From those who think the world is like a fairy tale

The fallen don’t lie

This planet has truly learned nothing

Should a supplementary tape exist

It would be a pilot episode’s worth of material

Even the most raging alcoholic would become straight edge

Within just 5 minutes

No wonder this was in the bowels of the most cryptic archives

As it revealed the nethermost of humanity’s transgressions…mainly those that never saw metal bars

Downplay and Demonize

It’s not your reality

Don’t tell me why I should ignore it

Generational trauma unknown

Fueling toxins and flames

Compounding caustic chi

As everything becomes more of a lie

Yet you all keep on saying:

“I don’t care as long as it doesn’t happen to me” (You [Karen]…)

“It was a long time ago”

“It doesn’t count, and let it go”

“They didn’t mean it”

Shut it

The petrol pouring over my brain must stop

As several echoes of people I haven’t seen in years continue to tell me my opinion only matters 3/5th as much as yours

Even if I know I’m right despite being told I was wrong my whole life

Skeletal Diadem

The fanfare felt enforced
To deflect from the catacombs that fueled a coronation
An intercontinental legacy of blood was buried
One doesn’t have to be from America to face potential book-burning
Jewels, artifacts, and human beings
Illegally exported
“But we [took/stole] it fair and square!”
Shouted the sycophants’ ghosts
To harbor this uncommon wealth
One didn’t have to be part of the Axis (saying nothing about a lineage from that “house”)
To set up concentration camps decades ago
Carte blanche set to bury the crimson oceans
Beliefs, languages, and jobs
Enforced for these forms of erasure
The so-called Gold Coast made their funds ever stronger
This antiquated cash bought the ancestors of many, including on this soil
Even those in the modernized Baratanac had their rightful qualms
The crowned ancients didn’t look like those who ruled for centuries
The old coins and art-facts speak for themselves (afros and cornrows?)
An apology is only a sliver of what needs to be done
The rest is rightfully owed cash
Despite an unexpected abdication, it’s still a skeletal diadem no matter how adorned the wearer is

601 In Crisis

The magnolias wither by every drop
Throttling the life out of the purest essences
Erasing souls slowly in the city with soul
While seen in Flint before
The environment is larger
The eighty percent are afflicted
Like in other cities and towns (regardless if they get reported)
The situation is at a crossroads
Not just the moniker in this part of the South
Bottles become treasures and lifelines
For something that is a human right
As they drown in carcinogens
Watch the outrage should this happen in Madison
Or other hubs where melanin is lacking in the majority
How many of the aforementioned regions had this happened for this long?
Environmental apartheid strikes again

Said the Reality Show Consultant

The C in C-list might as well stand for canceled

Hardcore New Yorker accents and millions of dollars

Couldn’t salvage one’s reputation like the bars he claimed to do

Yelling, bossing it up, and saltier attitudes than the Atlantic Ocean

Only worked for so long

“Starving dogs are obedient dogs!”

Says the man who acquired handouts from Uncle Sam while lambasting others for being lazy (selective socialism, much?)

Spoken like a tried-and-true slave master

Prayers are raised to heaven for the right person to shove kettles in your face

As he’s forced to converse with them with a side of crow sandwiches

Certain people aren’t allowed to act like you in your show when they’ve been punished for less

Another entry into the hypocrisy portfolio

The only apologies are being late for saying “Bye, Felicia”

Despite only seeing the program in passing (the blood boiled quite often even while ignoring everything)

This Osprey Desires to be a Phoenix

Infinite rivers flood the terrestrial firmament

Deluging the ears from the preserved messages

It was time to burn

A refinement was paramount

Instead of self-destruction

For the heartbeat to be redesigned

Cleansing As A Lost Art (Sadly Enough)

The pandemic rages on

Decent people do their best to be clean

Yet some dirty people with status have shown themselves as of recently

Kelso and Jackie felt being clean was optional with them and their kids

A certain rapper’s blonde wife only showered when she felt “icky”

An internet media mogul didn’t know what a washcloth was until his tennis player wife taught him how to use it this year

Why are people so nasty and why do people want to be like them?

Bank accounts and fame weren’t substitutes for cleanliness

The rumors spread like germs as society is far from godly and they’d be right according to that age-old adage

Maybe the commoners with sense should stick to elbow-bumps and extra hand sanitizer should they meet the stars

Even the destitute and disadvantaged at least showered once a day

It makes one wonder why America ranked #1 with this virus

The dirtiness should be severely dialed down to multiple degrees, so the doves of hygiene can soar

Maledictions Get Ignored

Blessings are a thing whether one believes in a divine power or not

Yet some overlook the antonyms

Plagues aside, the signs become more obvious throughout the world

Embarrassments and debacles are on display

As severe things afflict those who thought they had control

Throwing millions of bills as a frail attempt to stay in power

Failure was impending

And curses will shower onto those deceivers

No Success

All I know is suffering in silence

As failure lingers ever still

Will I ever see gold, silver, or even bronze?

Enforced smiling did malignant damage

Without my knowledge

Toxic Positivity

So I guess I should shut up and smile, yeah?

A happy face for me to be in the best place?

What is this cult?

Bottling up the hurt was low-key encouraged

While I would be silenced by smiles

Obscuring bleak realities

As the florescent-hued abuse walloped me ad nauseum