Dangerous Magic – Horcrux theory

…”For all those familiar with the Harry Potter series”

If I conjured a Horcrux multiplying three

Then divided the soul for each Horcruxes degree

Scattered them through the shadows for ignorant men to see

Could I then truly say that each part of the soul was me?

Dangerous magic, furthermore tragic if one dies

An inefficient method to try to keep the soul alive

If the three is one, then as one goes the others follow

Headlong into a Blaze for purposes deathly hollow

Such a perverse prolonging of life with the  soul scarred

Even worse to attribute this horrible lie to God

Immaculate humanity’s still formed in the womb

Consistent through and through as the The Hour starts at the tomb

So how could one confuse man with One who never dies

And who is worse than one that with God attributes lies?

Dangerous magic  if my soul is divided by three

Then if one dies then what does that do to the whole of me?

Such a perverse prolonging of life with a soul scarred

Even worse to attribute this horrible lie to God

Diminishing the whole just to be humbled to dust

Dark shadows overwhelming until the light catches up

Any affliction felt by a piece affects the whole

Lord Voldemort weakened, he separated his soul

Each part depends on the other to make the one

But how can it be the Father’s in any need of the Son?

And God is most Great, no sense to separate

Nor is it sense to take a cohort with what He creates

Dangerous magic, leading to Fire and souls scarred

Even worse to attribute this horrible lie to God

Excellent piece!

Mind of Malaka

So I got this in my email this morning…

 

They call the Third World the lazy man’s purview; the sluggishly slothful and languorous prefecture. In this realm people are sleepy, dreamy, torpid, lethargic, and therefore indigent—totally penniless, needy, destitute, poverty-stricken, disfavored, and impoverished. In this demesne, as they call it, there are hardly any discoveries, inventions, and innovations. Africa is the trailblazer. Some still call it “the dark continent” for the light that flickers under the tunnel is not that of hope, but an approaching train. And because countless keep waiting in the way of the train, millions die and many more remain decapitated by the day.

“It’s amazing how you all sit there and watch yourselves die,” the man next to me said. “Get up and do something about it.”

Brawny, fully bald-headed, with intense, steely eyes, he was as cold as they come. When I first discovered…

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The Black Hole Theory

Overlapping rhetoric better written in Javascript

Calculated racism blatantly spewed through politics

Brought into fruition with waivers signed so that freedom leaves

And “free will” is replaced by following orders immediately

Constant vortex of information

Penetrating skulls leave black holes of lies like a third eye

Roaming and bobbling, speed reading

Inundated with these heathens with bleeding hearts so indecent I close mines

Can’t look down

Walking in the sky too ashamed  to hit ground

Better if you try to grasp some substance,

steal what matters to these actors in function

Clear  a circumference of room to consume

The intake is heavy and tends to cause gloom

So faces are darkened

Attracting those departing from truth

To wallow in conjecture until their spooked

Trapped by their fears and captured by a black hole

Faces are darkened

Horrified for they  now know

As light leaves with a slight breeze and your left astray

Till bound with a tight squeeze flung into fire and you’re on your way

But as of now the radiant moon shines

As if … just to remind those who see about this fleeting time

Maybe the mind will free itself from designs inflicted to keep the soul conflicted

Restricted to the vortex of boolean functions AND over lapping digits

Cover codes, radios, digital overloads

Satellites bright in a Star’s night scene like a cameo

Orbit until it meets its end

But when the stars truly lose their light it’s like the hereafter begins