On The Wings of Hope : Prose

Like churchmen of official religions do you deform texts for the sake of your own gold-lovability. A fanatical armies of zombies you do craft. All have you muddled already, and claw and bite each other soon you will start. Easy ways you constantly seek, leading people by them into nothingness. Stop your madness and let people feel and decide for themselves of where they are going - into the heavens of salvation or the destruction of their home world! A right was granted for them to choose their way. And whether anyone did grant you the right to choose for them, I wonder? And will I see the end of the madness of your crowds, I wonder?

So behold your lies and a chasm, spreading before your feet. And whether the one, leading others into a chasm will not fall in it in the first place, I wonder?

03.06.2011

An unofficial appeal to the lawyers

Pray tell, whether it’s true, that cultivation of Honor and Conscience is just not present in the curriculums of your high schools ?

Pray tell, whether it’s true, that only losers in law colleges become court enforcement officers, for they are simply unusable for anything better than that ?

Pray tell, whether it’s true, that there is a private mutual responsibility among lawyers, and one must donate 666 silver coins as a first initiation step into their sect ?

Pray tell, whether it’s true, that Constitution of the Russian Federation at present is a sample of the best collection of jokes of all thieves and freaks ?

Pray tell, whether it’s true, that you are eager to become lawyer of the Devil himself, as long as his henchmen will pay you the fee of at least thirty silver coins ?

Pray tell, whether it’s true, that you have become both soul and conscience of the overseas nations, which are dying out, long time ago ?

Pray tell, whether it’s true, that you have replaced the Law of God with the law of human, and since then the love and divinity have been trampled by thirst of a profit and safely buried under a pile of codes and certificates ?

Pray tell, whether it’s true, that your head is capable of containing one thousand and one more text of the human law, and the Soul have forgotten almost all Divine ones ?

Pray tell, whether it’s true, that when defending obviously guilty one, you secretly whisper to yourselves such a prayer : “Oh my God, please forgive me !” – but you are doing it so silently, being afraid to be overheard, that it’s not even being heard by the God himself ?

Pray tell, whether it’s true, that the laws, created by you, are not fit even into a thousand and one piece of paper, and for the Divine Precepts even a single one – is just too many.

Pray tell, whether it’s true, that yours honor and conscience often cost no more than the paper, on which the laws, respected by you, are written ?

Pray tell, whether it’s true, that guilty ones often became innocent, and innocent once were often made guilty, thanks to your assiduous efforts ?

Pray tell, whether it’s true, that it’s possible not to know any of your laws – and to remain the righteous man, as well as it’s possible to know all of them by heart – and to remain sinner.

Pray tell, whether it’s true, that your laws constantly contradict one another, thus reflecting all inner chaos of your misunderstanding of a nature of things ?

Pray tell, whether it’s true, that your earth laws and destined to serve the interests of the ruling minority first and foremost ?

Pray tell, whether it’s true, that you will willingly justify a criminal and punish a victim if the Nth point of Kth code orders you to do so ?

Pray tell, whether it’s true, that the Soul of a man, which has not been dirtied by excrements of your System, have no need for any of your self-made laws ?

Pray tell, whether it’s true, that you judge others based on your own temporal understanding, thus interfering with the eternal judgment of the God ?

Pray tell, do you realize that the day will come when the God will judge even you, judges, by His most fair Law ?

11.12.2010

An unofficial appeal to the medics

You I address today, ones who keeps killing human souls, their sick bodies curing simultaneously.

The word of mine is for you, vaccinators. The word of mine is for you, cutting, pricking and dismembering ones. The word of mine is for you, dissecting ones. The word of mine is for you, ones, trying to darn and iron a shirt and forgetting about it’s true owner.

You I address today, who name yourselves as doctors and medics. Naming yourselves as caring ones. Naming yourselves as curing ones. Naming yourselves as kind ones.

Or have you no idea of the causes and consequences, or have no desire to know the causes ? Or have you already forgotten, who were your predecessors, curing souls with words first and foremost, and only then aiding the bodies ? The oath of one of them you have given, yet you have broken yours word for a long time already, for not understood the true essence of this oath, you did.