posted on May, 3 2017 @ 05:35 AM
Esteemed fellow board members,
I have composed a little song about Atlantis, which I hope will please you and tickle your sense of conspiracy. I have tried to gather many of the
popular topics from the forum and twisted them a little here and there to make everything fit rhytmically, subjectwise and as for the rhymes, but I
hope you'll forgive me since it's just poetry, not a scientific thesis. As I am a firm opponent of intellectual copyright, feel free to set the
words to music or whatever you please, a little credit where due would not be unwelcome, though. I hope my poem has not been misplaced in the Ancient
& Lost Civilizations Forum, otherwise, may the mods move it to its rightful place. Enough introductions, here goes:
Let me tell you a story from which much can be learned today
Though its implications are hid under thousands of feet of clay
And the children of man have bred through hundreds of generations
Since the recounted events took place in long forgotten nations
Nought is translated from the Sumerian or from some mystic rune
All is deducted from reason neither signs in the stars nor the moon.
Let me take you back to Atlantis as it could and must have existed
Since the common historical narrative seems to have been twisted
By forces decidedly not too friendly towards the kindhearted man
Who could have lived in peace and bliss if not for this hidden hand
Representing our worthy ancestor paleo man as a kind of baboon
Merely grunting pounding his chest like an animal under the moon.
But the pseudo-paleolithic sky actually dawned on a civilized race
Spreading its pseudo-civilization with weaponry that would amaze
A twenty first century Pentagon general descendant of that same
Mind of hubris and entropy mixed with blunt celebration of fame
But on this morn of 10.000 BC in the Atlantean strategy room
The empire didn't matter much as they spied the paleo moon.
It was a late October dawn when the heavenly companion shook
By force of celestial hammers thought the ones who got a closer look
We now know a comet not the gods did the pounding in the sky
Though we still ignore the deeper reasons as to how and why
But on this early Atlantean morn a not so subtle feeling of doom
Filled the streets of the capital soon as they spied the stricken moon.
The prophets, yes they had prophets too, had spoken of this day:
The cosmic bank must cash in whenever its debtors do not pay
Their dividends for creative loans and borrowed life force itself
Has comets and asteroids on its well stocked cosmic solution shelf
But still on this fateful morn as they would prophesize and swoon
The hypnotized masses just hurried by beneath the waning moon
The whistleblowers (or whatever they blew on in that long gone eon)
Who sided with the Average Joe with the humbled the hungry the peon
Slaving as ever with sweat on his back ensnared by masterful tyrants
And with the everpresent hordes of refugees scapegoats and migrants
Were rotting away or ridiculed in a government sanctioned daily cartoon
Complete with paleo tin foil hats and laughable theories on the moon.
The rich were squeezing the poor as ever, but the poor did not realize
Scared as they were of the ghastly Athenians or some other bunch of lies
The external threat that always lurks led their weakened souls astray
In the hands of subtle manipulators their minds were all but clay
But on this morn of impending doom in the early dawning gloom
Some were starting to fathom now that something had hit the moon.
The semi-telepathic news broadcast with some kind of microwaves
Said there was nothing to worry about calming the minds of the slaves
So everyone hurried back to his job in the almighty arms industry
Back to the daily grind of preparing all kinds of crooked calamity
But on the weapon factory on this morn inside the death ray room
People were whispering anyway there were rumours about the moon.
The invisible pathocracy with the psychopath demigods dreaming
Of darkness lasting forever in an empty golden palace gleaming
Screaming the only sound you hear from its subterranean chambers
The minotaur at the center devouring friends alike and strangers
Were sipping their virgin breakfast blood all afresh from the tomb
And drifted towards that nothingness they sensed from the paleo moon.
The whispers increased as the cloud of debris rising from the crescent
Did not subside for hours and hours and the people soon assembled
In the circular wellordered streets to observe the following lucid show
Electric lights in the shimmering sky preceding the heavenly foe
In orbit around the planet to aim its brute force of overhead doom
On the Atlanteans who had just seen what it did in a flash to the moon.
The geese knew something wicked came as animals always do
Flapping frantically eastwards according to poles no longer true
They were to be lost like everyone else on the body of water known
As the Atlantic Ocean today, at that time the world renowned home
Of the mighty divine imperial order that was to be ruined so soon
By debris from the same celestial body that left its trace on the moon.
The sunset behind the mountaintops we now call the Faroe Isles
Was literally apocalyptic the plains that stretch beneath them for miles
Were drenched in psychedelic colours and the sparkling of the air
Made people dizzy or supercharged raised on their arms every hair
And it being autumn far up north the day had still only come to noon
But people now grasped the serious nature of the events on the moon.
Far down south in Poseidon’s town the wise people with a sense of pity
As opposed to the ruling psychos bewailed the doom coming to the city
And the fact that nobody ever listened and that none would forever more
Saddened their graceful hearts immensely to its innermost crystal core
But so it goes to mankind’s woe, the prophet will always be branded a loon
And the same hysterical cycle repeats eternally endlessly under the moon.
The bloodthirsty government cabal elite with its magical allseeing evil eye
Had foreknowledge of the impact to come and now said a smiling goodbye
To the country that had served them so well in power corruption and lust
Boarded their ancient astronaut ships and flew calmly away full of trust
That other countries of gullible humans would sure as it’s day by noon
Await them to be divided and ruled in the shade of the paleo moon.
The popular singers of the decadent city were crooning sweetly in bars
Full of the usual drunken punters and the fashionable Atlantean stars
Blooddrinking pseudo-humanists using their fame to spread all the lies
Of the ever corrupt politic elites wreaking havoc on people’s lives
But as afternoon was turning to night in the bars where they did croon
A cloud of celestial debris approached from the dark side of the moon.
The foreshocks of the impending impact were bursts of enormous power
All over the planet rained cosmic bullets of a deadly meteor shower
Some landed dug craters still to be seen but most did explode in the air
Shattered all glass (they had glass) and killed many who were there
But the massive rock that was sure to hit the North American glacier soon
Made those little specks of comet dust look like minuscule slivers of moon.