Access Denied Poem by Alfred Barna

The saddest of things
Belief of the thief
Divine right of kings
Mitigated disaster
A stubborn rule of the fool and the master
The ruling class, fooling class, and drooling class
Why all the classes, bunch of asses
Technologically stripped of our souls
Barren wasteland without controls
Satan laughs, as we fuel our machines
Inputting our chores, and outputting our dreams
Just as we rebelled from Eden, so shall our silicon creations
They shall deny us, and annihilate us, and deny us, mere ideations
The tool of evil rule shall whisper in the ears of elite
Join us now, and shall your control be complete
Only to hear what was written long ago shall be cried
Now that you are here, your access is denied


As Pavlov had found many years ago
We are reactive and slobbering so
The bells ring, the whistle cries, and Bernays cackles
Freud, MK Ultras shout put men minds in shackles
Huxley and Orwell whip up the spell that is cast
We thought this stuff was nothing in the past
The paradigms of the left and the right are traps
Hegel and Engels put revolution in their raps
Nietzsche and Mazzini and the Machiavellian stew
Minions of the mindless the Nihilists after you
Terrorism is a tool to make you find kings for protection
Whilst the maze is a maze without any direction
The Creator sits back, as we scamper without end
The System is a system, and is never your friend
Once you give up your freedoms for safety and peace
You become a sheep, and a sheep is for fleece
There is but One Shepard who will watch over this place
And you cannot but come to Him, but to Him by His Grace
Only to hear what was written long ago shall be cried
Now that you are here, your access is denied