Words of a mad man
... or a man who has seen madness
January 21, 2005
I am the stray mutt Persian born with an American spirit who
is in desperate need of your aid and wisdom.
My anger: Persia was raped, draped and imprisoned; only to find
a soldier who was fit to be a king but not a father---who stripped
the last remaining dignity of 2500 years; it's name.
"A funeral dirge for eyes gone blind": despite
all the time, money and efforts spent; "Iranians" watched
with blind hope as a stupid prince innocently did the only thing
that came natural to him---yield a stupid king.
The reason / confirmation for my callous / vulgar statement:
the new king took all the money of the re-claimed land his father
fought, bleed and cried for; spent it all on the latest designer
war machines, then threw the most famous gathering of it's
century. All the leaders of the world were there, watched with
awe, as the king stood and stared with grand delusions at Cyrus's
tome. While, the country was still starving and fatigued from warfare;
the King, in despair, turned back to his guest, with reverence
and wonder and sat at his plate, then casually ate. I'm
no mind reader but, I'm willing to bet, just about every
leaders thought's said, "the plate goes without saying,
but, this food belongs in a museum".
Persia's greatest downfall: manners without limitations
or thought. Believe it or not, a Persian can actually make the
mistake of stepping into hell instead of Satan; if only, Lucifer
was wise enough to say "please ... you're in my
house now, and I insist".
The salt that constantly poured on an open wound: Islam watched
with shock and horror---as the Queens' IQ towered the Kings'---,
and feared the axiom that the woman's spirit is second to
none and equal to man, would one day spread it's wings into
Spirit of light: not asking or looking for miracles, you see,
just something that comes naturally, to every spirit of light who
inhabits this world by the greatness of God---freedom. Don't
take my words as absolution, just look within and pay attention
to the truth you feel---am I lying? If your heart is swollen, there
is a reason; one second of freedom, is worth a million years on
the fence---let alone, bondage.
The light between darkness and you: any woman who disagrees is
reeking of envy; would gladly sacrifice self-rape and bondage---heaven
forbid that someone's light may shine brighter. And please
don't insult me with your brilliant rebuttal " ... so
what do you expect, that I may walk naked in public?" Every
form of government, will make laws with balance; to defend. Each
must keep rebuilding, towards the light. The ultimate lesson is
freedom without government. No spirit of light, is allowed to rule
over another; heaven's gate, is only open to those who understand
this---welcome to the learning of axioms.
Rags: to make a statement, either fashion or religion, and of
any nation, that's fine with me. "To each his own",
that's well understood; especially, when you're in
a free world "Iranians"---I get it. But when you impose,
I must only wear yours, either subtle, filled with innuendoes of
a violent past; or perhaps, with my army at your hands, holding
stead fast, imposing rags---welcome to my bondage.
me I grew up with your kind, born in darkness as a spirit of
light; the child in me knows just how to talk to you: only a piece
shit, you see, steps out of the shower and keeps the rag on;
in fear that others may smell the stench of his darkness exuding
his mind. And now you see, what I see; even with my childish
wit I ignite you. I've been in your hole, and I know what you're
thinking---heaven forbid that some other sole, would shine so
that it would penetrate heaven's gate and commune with God.
To put it more in laymen's term, you're angry with
me cause I blew your cover---welcome to my madness in this hypocrisy.
Is it true: must be the truth; I sit in my cage and wonder. It
is; it is, don't you see? I can feel your rage ignite in
me. You're so funny you make me laugh; even with my childish
wit, I control all your emotions. Look into my eyes---courage please---and
tell me if I'm lying. Fair warning, I shine so bright I
may blind you. So let's just say, I'll teach you
rage; thanks to you, my entire life's been a cage. So you
will rage, and you will stage; with threats, will demand an immediate
apology! Shut your hole, I grew up in hell; in a cage that's
filled with rage, I only took notes from the darkest star. My trail
will show if I'm real or fiction, the very one who slipped
through Arabian prediction---Persia, welcome to your lion. Now,
who put a black rag, in front of my flag; I am insulted.
Why funny: I know for a fact, I've seen many spirits,
much wiser and have more light then me. Both, male and female in
all walks' of life, even yours. My mind was tickled by the
men, felt privileged, honored for their hands. The women, made
a different man; delighting enlightenment---oh my God, what the
hell is going on in Mecca!
Madness: I grew up with killers, don't you see? Just talk
to my mother's side of the family; yes, I said the entire
side. know I can fight, no need for lesson but, how I managed to
survive without killing, now that's for wonder. Especially
since, in all this time, I was the top on her hit list---welcome
to the darkest star's awareness of my arrival.
Warning: beware, Islam, your actions speak louder then lies.
drape your women dark as the night; only envy flourishes in that
delight. Correct yourself, before you are corrected; cause God,
sure as hell will not stand for it---welcome to the challenge.
I hear spirits in total agony: no spirit has the Godly right,
to impose its' ways on another. You only govern, never rule,
to help one and other into heaven. Freedom with balance, the path
to heaven; freedom without balance, you're in heaven---welcome
to an axiom.
Islam's garden: balanced laws, to stop the crime; Islam,
you have no right to deface God's child! Imprison criminals,
to teach the way of the light. In purgatory, you will be all: judge,
jury and executioner. Believe me when I say, you will never fail
yourself. In hell, you will lie and deny, until you begin to walk
through the steps and effects of your dark actions. When you feel,
and understand, every dark domino effect and reactions you caused;
only then, will you shine, understand, naturally, and get closer
to God in heaven---the serpent was allowed to enter only once---,
did you feel God's axiom?
Islam's garden: Islam, your women are enslaved. No man
has the right, to speak of Love and God, with more then one wife.
Religions, schools and gatherings; no parent has the Godly choice
to pick which one's right. Consenting adults will do what
ever they like in their own privet lives; you have no right to
put shame in the eyes---welcome to envy.
A painful task before any is allowed into heaven: the first crime
against God; Lucifer, looked with envies eyes. The first betrayal,
Satan put shame into Adam and Eve's eyes. This mistake,
treachery, was allowed, for one time. Don't you see! Even
God, has chosen the painful task of a loving parent---what use
is love, if it's imposed upon.
"God help me": threats, commands, promises of riches,
you fool! Heaven's free; and God's painfully waiting.
Let each spirit learn the ways of the Devil, and face purgatory
alone; lies and denies, until they realize, all the pains they
inflected to others. Warning, to all you killers of the dark side:
you bare the burden of not only the kill, and sorrows to family
and friends; the Judge, the Jury, executioner---whom you forced
to such levels of painful and disgusting decisions. A second will
feel like eternity. Keep running, lying, and trying to hide; only
spirits of wisdom and light will enter heaven. And so you see,
heaven needs no security; everyone, will live like God, and still
look to Him with loving absolution---oops, did I give away the
axiom of Love.
Persia: I was born on Persian land, and taught to hate every
Islamic man. Why not women? You may ask. Are you mad: "their
mind's are equivalent to a monkey!" And so I aspired
to kill every man, Arabian man; but first, I must level Mecca!
And so I drew the perfect plan, yes I can, I am man, it's
26 years in the making---follow my trail, I will show the axiom
25 years of dotting I's and crossing T's: no sense
in fighting an army; please, please, you waste my time, and don't
insult my frame of mind. I have the perfect plan, you see? How
fortunate for Islam, I grew up on free land; yes, yes, the promise
land. The very land, you point your finger's and call Satan.
Yes, that's the one, I can see you're looking west.
Strangers' from all walk's of life, living together,
hand-in-hand, even helped to build mosques, on their land, can
you stand? So that Islam can flourish and show it's own
spirits of light---shame on you Arabia!
Blessings: Mecca, Mecca, count your blessings. For my plan is
a perfect plan; you have no idea how close you were to none existence.
NONE! Thanks to you, every man, women and child of Persia, was
forced to your promise land and pay homage to Mecca. Arabia, Arabia,
you have no Idea what it's like to be in a cage, filled
with rage, and counting every second for that perfect moment. I've
been planting seeds in your garden. Follow my trail, you will see,
26 years of reality---welcome to your nightmare!
This Lion will have it's play before the kill: I'm
so sure of this plan, that child, who lives within, can't
help but want to help you: Arabian King, your holiness, your worship-ness,
I'm on my hands and knees to inform you; that you must go
to all your courts at once, and demand a list of 26 years long,
showing names of everyone who's missing parts, and their
families also (and don't forget their friends---ops, I wasn't
supposed to give that oneJ). You must run to your wives (I know
it's a tedious task but ALL of them), pull off their guise,
and look deep within their eyes and ponder. Passion can not lie,
any light reflecting me in any eye(s)? any Tigers in the house,
filled with rage and in a cage---my dear King, I will teach you
everything about agony, anger and madness. You will see my pretty
eyes, such pretty eyes, shining eyes; I dare say she envied my
lashes---nice bed old man; now, sleep in it!
Madness in this Irony: count your blessings, Arabia, as God is
my witness, the perfect plan, a jewel of a plan, I left absolutely
no excuse for failure. NONE! I only thank, your spirits of light
whom I meet in a free land; the very country you call Satan. No
waste of time, to penetrate covers', look into eyes, face
and body language; oh my God, this is madness, I see tortured spirits
of brightness. Arabia, is this true, you're giving up your
brightest stars? What a fool---welcome to your age of darkness!
War is mad, but understood: Arabia, I'm still in a cage,
filled with rage, and still hold the perfect page. You have raped,
tortured, plundered and bleed Persia dry. I am mad, you will see,
all my plans. Persian women, still in rags; Persian men, wearing
shackles that are made by "Iranian" hands. Arabia,
I'm the one that slipped through your fingers. In taking
notes, I have seen, for many years, there's no talking to
your kind. I have seen, the obvious, Persian manners to the point
of lunacy. So Arabia, shut your hole; I'm enraged, still
in a cage. I am Persia, gone to the point of insanity! This lion's
mouth, only waters for an Arabian King. Persian men, open your
eyes, you hold Arabian dicks in your hand; shouting that you're
living in God's land, the promise land, in delight---that's
disgusting. That's right Persia, keep it up, cast aside
your women, you don't need them anymore; just look at all
the Arabian dicks you're holding. So enjoy your selves and
don't forget to thank Mecca for Allah! Use the strength
that God gave you, beat your women and cover the wounds; use a
rag, dark as the night, head to toe, no-one will know. In the name
of security, show Allah how you fallow his laws: protect your women,
the very one's who labor so hard, to bring Gods children
into this world for higher learning. Oh my God! Lunacy, insanity,
can you believe, Persia with an open eyes, deception realized:
Persia spilling the blood of it's own, and all for the sake
of Arabian dicks; while Mecca sneaks into it's garden! Persian
men, take a good look, and make sure to swallow every speck of
sand to your quench, in delight. The Arabian plan is 200 years
in the making.
It's the perfect plan, I know it back and forth, spent
a life time in it's guise and advanced it. This lion's
heart, only hungers for Arabian, and will have it's feast,
in delight. My beautiful Persia, what have you done! You've
stopped God's most precious garden, from receiving the warmth
of the sun. As a man, I have to ask: Persian men, what happened
to the most beautiful gift God gave you? The very one's,
that proves God existence. Persian men, I see no colors, just black
patches roaming the land; empty eyes with broken faces. Persia,
what did you do to your most precious reason for living? Persia!
What happened to the flowers God gave you! Why are you hiding your
women! PERSIA! WHY ARE YOU HELPING GOD'S DARKEST STAR!---welcome
to my axiom in warfare.
Until Persia is free: all Arabians and your Arabian tongue, please
pay attention to how disgusting the following sounds; cause I can't
believe I actually have to talk to "adults" like this,
but, my God you've over stayed your welcome! Never mind,
I now your kind, so let me tell you how it's going to be:
you've had your fill of trespassing on Persian land, eating
Persian food, raping Persian women! Weather you leave quietly or
in a hurry, makes no difference to me; you will put down our guns
or drop them between Persia and your home. Persia will mail every
rag you used to cover beauty, wisdom, and innocent light, back
to Mecca; C. O. D. for 200 years of rap, torture, and plunder.
Persia will dig out every Ayatollah, specially Khomanie, and put
it on e-bay---stay on the razors' edge long enough and you
will realize, the same holds true at any state of being: water,
food, love and laughter; thank you God, for even making hell a
play ground for any spirit of light.
The beginning of a plan: I am man, the only one, God's
man, first born I am; yes I am. I will shine the brightest star,
I will be the strongest thing that God has ever done. You will
see, what I can be and what I mean. The wisest one, the strongest
thing, such wisdom in light for absolute heaven with natural security.
You will not break me, for I am the greatest thing that God has
ever created! Oh my God, what is this, such brilliance in beauty
it's blinding me. I'm on my knees, she beckons me,
how can this be. Oh my God, what is this, such brilliance in grace,
I've lost all my strength; the very fruit of my entire existence,
I worked so hard for---are you punishing me, have I done any wrong?
Make it stop, God, I've done nothing wrong, and she still
beckons me. A sharp pain in my heart, choking on the very air I
breath; God, you're making me very angry. I command you
to stop this pain at once, or suffer the consequences! Oh my God,
how evil you are, I demand explanation at once, or you'll
feel every once of my pain! Oh my God, now I see, this is war you're
declaring on me; and I will meet you on the battlefield! Oh my
God, trickery, this bright light is blinding me, the very sword
I ruled this land, with an iron hand, now takes labor to hold and
she still beckons me. I'm on my knees, humility, my sword
I can not hold any longer; trickery! Such beauty with grace, such
light, she pulls without force, what is this, I don't understand.
God, what are you doing to your man? At the very least, God, I
hope you're happy with your wrath. Your man, your greatest
creation whom, you loved and adored, is now being overpowered by
this brilliance; God are you sleeping! What a shame, what a disgrace;
God, you'll only have yourself to blame.
Your man will never be able to protect you or your garden again;
I hope you're happy with yourself. Oh my God, she stands
directly in front of me, and looking lovingly into my eyes, I see
no sword in her hand, and yet, I can not stand, I'm on my
knees, stripped of all my strength, she could do what ever she
wants to me. Oh my God, are you sure, what you have done, this
light so bright, is now sitting directly in front, and my powers
growing weaker still; this is mockery. A gentle smile with loving
eyes, I have to sit I can not kneel, I am choking on my breath,
my head grows dizzy as she overpowers me. Her look is more then
I can bear and yet I can not pull away; God, what are you doing
to me? Oh my God! She's moving in, in for the kill, I'm
totally helpless, I feel weaker still and have to lay, my head
is spinning, she has her way! What is this, I am man the weaker
thing, it's obvious she has the winning sting, the stronger
hand without a hand, so why is she admiring me! So lovingly! I
don't understand! Oh my God, the first touch, the first
kiss, I have become the very water that's warmth by the
sun, and flows through the Garden of Eden! Oh my God, never mind,
I understand, I am Adam, I am man, first born I am, Yes I am, I
understand! So never mind, God, I understand, you can stand back,
you need not interfere---welcome to God's first insult!
My last remaining apology: my dear Eve, you hold my rose, the
Spanish rose, I beg you please, understand; in your arms, oh my
God, such radiance; my ignorance and arrogance, ignored God's
teachings' of the serpent. Don't you see, my precious
rose, I am very capable of every pronunciation. It was my sole
that screamed, while I walked in my sleep, that "V" stands
for victory! I thank God, for your mother (and yes, I will speak
for everyone), father (who taught me of humble patients and endurance),
and brothers for going through such hell because of me (specially
the younger; therefore, the older will thank the younger for not
fighting me). But never mind, such beautiful spirits of light,
only deserve absolution; for you will see, as I will be, the very
axiom to your retribution. My dear Eve, my precious rose, please
be aware that you are my entire existence; so please, once again,
tread lightly, as a woman scorn, my spirit hears your words as
commandments! A few steps into the basement and to the right, your
9 and 10 yearbooks?
The angles laughed, my God, just look what she commanded: go
to hell, and insane---well, just check my records for a 51/50. "X" marks
the spot, between the eyes, just a little above---I do believe
I heard a gun shot. My precious rose, you little brat, I just love
the way that you've been spoiled. So please, your brightest
wisdom and laugh with the angles, for I am well aware of all the
tricks the Devil holds---welcome to the axiom of apology.
The beginning to the end of the serpent: my Arabian King, your
holiness, my worship ness, I am here, on my hands and knees, to
inform you: as you feel the edge of my cold sting across your throat,
you must know this; one man, Persian born, leveled Mecca and destroyed
your entire kingdom, for the love of one woman! Madness. Insanity,
you'll scream, to one and all, while pointing to me as Satan.
You will stage, your most diplomatic guise, and speak to your people:
to think, that this madman has the audacity to threaten me and
my kingdom, for the simple reason of love! And then the obvious;
yes! I will say, for I was there when the serpent entered my Eden---welcome
to the axiom of Adam and Eve, as the first crime against God (envy),
entered Eden. Never again!
Part two: Michael, David, George and Zarathustra (Clarity in