Omicron

Guest Post by Dave Evans

I am an alien of some renown

Let me introduce myself

My name is Omicron,

I have come hither

To this time and place

From the turbulent depths

Of your inner-space

To terrorize all mankind,

Be advised that

Only the truly free

Will escape my virus of fear

That I have unleashed on thee,

This is not my first visit

Nor shall it be my last,

For I have been feeding

On the delectable morsels

Of your torment and terror

Throughout the centuries past,

I have been your intimate companion

Across the blood strewn ages,

I have haunted your epic heroes

And sparred with your bearded sages,

Whose stoic wisdom

Was never able to forestall

The collection of life’s blood wages,

Remember, I followed that sly serpent

Into Eden’s garden

And got the fall rolling

With a bite from that juicy apple,

I terrorized those brave soldiers

Readying their attack

On the plains of Marathon

Before they could savor

The glorious scars of battle,

I fiddled a fine tune with Emperor Nero

As Rome Burned

And her good citizens

Fled screaming into the streets,

And what can I say about

Those brave knights of the roundtable

So protected by their

Layers of manly mail and armor

Whose crevices I loved to infiltrate

That sweet moment right before

The lance took my place,

I followed the black death

Through the Eurasian countryside

Marveling at the sheer number

Who were falling like dead rats in the streets,

I was with Napoleon at Waterloo

When the tide of battle turned

As his mighty empire slipped away

C’est la guerre!

I was at Antietam in Sixty-Two

Where the sweet meandering creek

Ran red with brothers blood

While I held hands of both the grey and blue,

And during the war to end all wars

I rode down the lovely River Somme

Where both sides were

Hunkered down in their trenches

Scribbling their doleful dreams

To their sweethearts back home,

At Stalingrad I terrorized

The super soldiers of the mighty Reich

Shivering in the drifting snow banks

Dreaming of soft summer days along the Rhine,

I have crossed the DMZ

At Panmunjom a thousand times

Spooking the guards

At the heavily fortified crossing of a war

That has never ended,

I loved going on patrol with those brave GIs

Through the steaming jungles of Southeast Asia

What a place not to be

Though I gleefully accompanied

Each mosquito infested step

To engage an enemy they could not see,

I ran through the corridors

Of the White House

During thirteen days in May

where I loved to preen

As solemn advisors huddled

And mad Generals screamed,

I rolled with those jets on Nine-Eleven

Across the land of the free

And followed the many brave

First responders who

Dropped their donuts at Seven-Eleven

Before dying in those towers of greed

And now, here today

On this no special day whatsoever,

I am here with you

To share your six feet of separation

From those you most love,

To mask your dignity

From even the angels above,

And let me clue you in

On a secret of which you may not be aware

Known even to devils cynical,

Freedom is yours to choose

Even In this golden age of fear and despair

For the gates of heaven and hell are adjacent and identical.

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10 Comments
Just passing through
Just passing through
December 8, 2021 8:07 am

That was deep.

Stucky
Stucky
December 8, 2021 9:53 am

Not bad.

Small quibble though …. Adam and Eve did NOT eat an apple, dammit!

Balbinus
Balbinus
  Stucky
December 8, 2021 3:19 pm

And you were there to watch and report? We could ask Keith Richards because I saw in a meme that he was in the background so he should know. Let’s ask him.

Ghost
Ghost
  Balbinus
December 9, 2021 5:51 am

Stucky is omnipresent and omniscient. He is NOT omnicronic though.

Ghost
Ghost
  Stucky
December 9, 2021 5:50 am

The “fruit” of the forbidden tree was probably mucosal mRNA.

Which brings us to the abomination that will bring desolation. To many, at least. I think it is random, with less than half the vials of “vaccine” containing the poison. A truly diabolical plan if so.

daddy Joe
daddy Joe
December 8, 2021 11:43 am

Covid and Omicron; just two new masks for the same old enemy. Great expose’.

ATarese
ATarese
December 8, 2021 2:07 pm

Nice. I would only humbly replace every use of the word Omicron with “NewName Graphene Hydroxide”.

Phantom lurking
Phantom lurking
  ATarese
December 8, 2021 5:03 pm

Or “Lyingbastardsvariant.”

Anonymous
Anonymous
December 9, 2021 2:16 am

What a Load of PURE Unadulterated BULLSHIT! “Towers of Greed”? Since when is it a crime to be wealthy? Oh wait … since the Commies took the Oval Office. And as far as the gates of hell and heaven being “identical”, it’s not going to be left to us to choose, if we haven’t already chosen the path of righteousness during our time here on earth; and the destinations are most assuredly starkly different in their accommodations.

Mr Evans might be able to turn a rhyme but his symbolism and his message isn’t worth 2 cents on a piece of white bread spread with the shit he just spewed.

ReluctantWarrior
ReluctantWarrior
  Anonymous
December 9, 2021 8:53 am

I think that you are focusing on the wrong thing however to call them twin towers of greed is not too far off the mark. Surely you must understand how these finance firms operate behind the scenes and it has nothing to do with honest capitalism (which may be an oxymoron to some.) Also I think the historical references were fairly brilliant and the symbolism of how it relates to the present situation is very great indeed. The last few lines are masterful. The idea of the gates of heaven and hell being adjacent and identical is merely a metaphor for the case that we can make the choice right here right now.