And when you are poor they will say you are insane
And when you are rich they will say you’re a Genius
And when you are a man they will say he is a Genius
And when you are a woman they will say she is Stupid
And when you swear they will say you are stupid
And when you are in a tracksuit they will say stupid
But when you are in a suit and you talk Dictionary They will say, Genius
They are Stupid here, Stupid like the men in the suits.
That every single event, big and small is a move
They play it like a game of chess
We are in a game and we don’t even know it
And when you tell them they say I don’t know how to deal with this, so I will not believe it
And when you tell them they say I am too scared so I will say it is a lie and I will watch TV
If they had courage here there is a chance,
But they are tepid and weak
And even the ones who know still act like Devils
If they had integrity here there is chance, but they have become the Devil that oppresses them
They have used it and turned it against their fellow man
So The White Rose fights the devils at the top and he fights his own men
If there was any sense here there is a chance
But there is not
And they will complain complain complain about the state of the world, always complaining always with fear and stress and worry in the eyes
They complain, they create more stress and worry and fear
Always putting their worry and fear onto me, as if I don’t have enough on my Plate
And when you tell them how they could help, how rather than complain, they could see and do something, they say its a lie and they continue to complain
If people were not so helpless and addicted to complaining there is a chance
But they are
They swim in it, swim deep in the chaos and fear and melancholy.
How many times have you said its raining this week?
You are a blind dumbo.
And they don’t want to be free.
I have seen it.
I say, Why are you here?
You may as well not be here
All you are doing is watching TV and complaining
Do us a favour and get out of the stadium
You are not welcome here in the Great Play
You are not invited to The Match
You are not the Devil you are not god, you are not the Mind and you are not the Heart.
You are a slave who watches TV.
And to the ones who know and still act like Devils, what is the point of knowing?
You are on the other side.
You are not invited to the Match either.
So the devils and the slaves, you are their minions, creating more fear and darkness and not bothering to get on the field.
Do not come to the match. We will not tell you when kick off is and you will be rejected at the turnstiles
Because we can see the devils and the weaklings. Much practice
And we know, A small team of strong and true ones, much better than a big team diluted with weakness and the devil
No only those who possess courage and are not the Devil are welcome. The rest are Lost.
Don’t tell them. They are watching TV and they are Eating Hearts, leave them be.
Or they are eating hearts, perhaps both, probably both. Leave them be.
They pretend that they don’t let people starve and freeze to death
They pretend that they don’t invest in all that destroys us and divest in all that lifts us
They pretend that they have not created a world which ignites our Devil and kills our God
They pretend that they have not channeled our Devil into hating one another rather than hating them
They pretend pretend
And we watch TV and work, and act like Devils
And they think these dumbos
And they are right
They do possess more intelligence because they have the mind and the devil
We have not the mind not the devil
And no God
God is more powerful than the Devil if you use him
The Heart more powerful than the mind if you use it
But we use neither
We watch TV
And we cheer cheer for those who oppress us
And we fight and persecute those who try to free us
It is very sickening
And even the ones who know the world is run by Devils still act like Devils
And when you tell them how to get out of hell they say no we like it here
And when you tell them who the devil is they say no you are the devil
If they were not Dumbos there is chance
But they are Dumbos
Even the ones who know, Dumbos
So what chance is there?
If there is a God he will create a miracle
That is The Only Chance
So to join the match you must have
1 Courage
2 A Brain
3 God (not the Heart Eaters)
How many will there be?
We shall see.
But the stadium is big
It is very very very big
The biggest stadium in the world
God told me it
I told him,
I’d rather empty seats than devils,
Id rather empty seats than weak links
So don’t invite them. Don’t tell them. Put some more shows on the TV
He said okay, I will
And when you tell them they say are you okay?
And I think God Help Me
Because there is No Chance here
And you think God help these people
Because they are more than not okay
And I say no I am not okay
Because the world is not okay
And they say I am okay
And the world is okay
everything. Backwards
You say, has it been a challenge to retain your sanity here
And I say yes, but as you can see, I have retained it
One sane one in a world full of insane ones who profess their sanity and my insanity
And the gulf widens, always, widening
When will it close? I don’t know, but I would rather the gulf widens for eternity than to close the gulf and become like them
I will never ever in my life be a Blind Dumbo. That is what I know for sure. I don’t know much else.
I let it widen widen widen widen, as I become more convinced of my own sanity and the insanity of the weak ones and the Devils
And they read the paper and on the iPhone
They don’t want to hear it, because they are used to this tepid devil shit
They do not realise that God is darkness, that God is horrific
Because horror is the Truth
And they will say I can’t believe she said that
Blind dumbos
And they will say ha!
Blind dumbos
And they will say I don’t understand
Blind dumbos
Even if one non-blind dumbo read my work I’d be happy
And they will say she is crazy she is stupid she is a genius who is she
And I don’t care because all Blind Dumbos