this is the first thing i've written since coming back east in the beginning of oct. i just finished it n am going to post it without editing. it concerns depleted uranium n the poppy. i was thinking about all the poor addicts to opiated who are now probably being poisoned by radiation as well as the drugs...
its definitely different than what i usually post, so let me know what u think of it... thanks n blessings... gb

radioactive regions revering perfect poisonous poppies, depleted uranium decaying delivering deadly dust having hazardous half life, 4.5 billion years, becoming more n more radioactive as centuries n millenia pass by, passive population programmed, your told just what you need, so full of hatred, fear n bigotry, you can't even percieve of the destruction your ultimate greed has caused you to concieve, a planetary plague deadlier than any disease, only solution left now is to leave, all the oil will be made of us before this poisonous particle is gone, ironic justice justifying our own delayed destruction, wanna be heroes sacrificed like the chess master's pawns, shooting radioactive isotopes turns me on, a new shade of yellow, all my problems gone, contented as a newborn fawn, fiending for the itch,radiation junkies twitch, unknown hand flips a switch, causes the poles to flip, prying open old atomic bombs just to get one more fix, nuclear reaction blast can't hurt me, i've survived all this, just take a little taste of this new shit,
the first one's on me, i insist...
an offer like that, who can resist...

nodding off, the newest fix, the junkies are glowing, impossible to miss, noone to fight back, can barely stand up let alone make a fist, now to combine dope n radiation sickness, new level of turnover, death arrives with a never before seen quickness, now the deserts dust delivers decaying death, bullets betraying benefitors, blowing back, breathed in n brought back in blood n birthing babies born deformed, sullen soldiers semen spreading state sponsored sickness, secret sinners sitting safely underground, insulated in inner sanctums, official existance dutifully denied by deadly designers, war mongers puppets profitting, sit back n laugh, telling half truths to those on their staffs, silenced soldiers symptoms mean pensions won't last, more money to blow on the next big bash, exchanging the lives of all the poor on the planet for a little more cash, throwing away lives as if they were trash, a couple of years worth of oil for billions of years of death,dinosaurs decayed into oil, laughing as we poison the soil, burning what's left of their remains, every drop paid for with a infinite amount of pain, scientists constantly figuring out new ways to kill n say that we mystics are insane, thay've put too much trust into the power of their brains, but their only shells longing to fill a hole, never realizing that they're missing their soul, always wanting more without realizing this is an empty goal, never realizing the simple joy of being kind, believing those in power have their best interests in mind, but if you could read them you would be terrified at what you would find, controlling you from inside your brain, get in line to get onto the train, we'll take you to a place where there's no more pain, creating a new final solution through total pollution of body n mind, satellites see everywhere, astral projection the only way left to hide, if we came togethor we could realize it's all lies use the truth to revitalize, so control is imposed to conquer and divide, resisting negative influences from the outside , gather your strength, build it up inside, regardless of the likely outcome it's about time that we tried...

realize how control is imposed from outside...
stand up for yourself n take back your mind...

it's all up to you, only you can decide...