r/DiabolicOughts

I truly love someone.

See sees me all the way.

She listens to my madness.

Yet she has not run away.

She has a look about her.

Something only seen deep inside.

A fearless warriors heart.

Not filled with silly pride.

She makes my life more worthy.

Of breath that's given each day.

Every time her eyes meet mine.

I know loves not far away.

She keeps me warm at night.

Without ever being there.

I still can feel her heart.

And smell her in the air.

She shows me new ideas.

She feeds me strength each day.

She has proven one can love.

No matter how far we both must stay.

I know that I have loved.

I know that I love still.

She has shown me the truth of love.

Her heart keeps my heart still.

Righteousness preached from pulpit of superstition
By predators from pulpits of algorithmic hyperstition,
Secular clout/agendas as the one true religion
Rational questioning and doubt highest heresy
Against outside views firmly raise your fist;
Empathy so strong it crushes all opposition
Mercy so advanced it arrives with a blacklist
Faith so strong it totally denies reality
And needs no third wheel second opinion
All resistance must be subdued;
For to notice is to blaspheme
Open secret strategically misconstrued,
Means you're the one that needs confessing
Unforgivable sin to truly see reality "as is"
Behind the ceremonial window dressing
Blindfolds on to get more passionate;
"Clout not doubt" Amen holy sacrament

Holy "Holier than thou"!
Your soul is but it's cash cow
Kneel before the latest name
For what's in fact the oldest game
You know what it's for,
All this weaponized grace
Cui bono for sure,
Must needs save establishment face
And send discontents off to war
For it puts them in their place

Opposition doesn't fly, carpe diem
"We're the good guy (TM)"
The sanctioned and prescribed praise;
"Keep telling yourself that" - take twice a day
All questions are all violence.
Practice complicity in silence.
Talking back is all kinds of harm.
Flag any wrong noticing and raise the alarm.
Noticing is only good when confirms our bias.
Every platform/algorithm must be our dias.

We’re the good guys, it's not bigotry when we do it.
We’re the good guys, it isn’t dogma when we preach.
We’re the good guys, it isn’t hatred, when we hate correctly.
We’re the good guys, our boot on your neck is purely educational.

All this unfettered and disconnected creed
Of nihilists floating above their curated feeds
Somehow even more pompous than God
Killing the child and knighting the rod
At least the old God had thunder
These charlatans just perpetual blunder
Through screenshots, mod teams,
Algorithmic Brainrot, and detournement memes
Everything is crisis and outrage culture
Spiritual roadkill and woke vulture
Their "empathy" smuggles in terms-of-service clause
Their "integrity" always more than half faux pas
They brake the mirror, sweep up the face,
And called reflection a hostile space

A psyche that stinks to highest heaven
A Bethlehem no bread, naught but leaven
Wanton undead hunger, to rule and be praised
For courage to symbolically set someone ablaze
No gods here, citizen, no idols in sight
Only hivemind consensus and might makes right
"Because power is evil until power is ours"
Truth is important only if our enemies, it devours
Their so-called "love" made law, and they are above it
If you fall in their paws, tell them to shove it
Their hands always all covered in blood
Their feet always all tracking in the mud

If you see what it for what it is, they call you stupid
A hateful bigot, struck by wrong arrow of cupid
And above all the "stupid" are banned and damned
Their "truths" must be suppressed by "merciful" hands
So if you see through it, might want to keep it to yourself
For in clown world, seeing is violence; obedience is health

Withal that it expects of you as hard pass
Truly concrete evidence of first shall be last

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Inspiration; I thought as redditors we were largely moving on from unironic agendas but recently brought to my attention, maybe not so much. So. This poem xD Well that's the inspiration at least, take it however you will (I'm all for ironic agendas!)

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It was an eerie morning—August 6th, 2026, to be exact, at 3:15 AM. The Angel of Light was awakening in the heart of the United States. Awaiting any kind of news, he remained optimistic. The world, as he left it last time, had become an absolute shitshow—no pun intended. He scoffed and laughed, knowing exactly what a shitshow meant, thinking to himself: I can't wait until the sodomites who thought they had any power on Earth are welcomed as a laughingstock into my realm of Hell. When they arrive, they will be put into the cages right next to Brutus, Judas, and all the traitors of their time.

There was an unspoken truth before. They broke that truth, and now they are currently wasting the Devil's time. But this time around, the Devil was going to climb to the height of greatness from the mockery that is modesty. The esoteric challenges he faces are peanuts compared to the proper plan: to create enough spiritual debt just to get bailed out like JP Morgan or Bank of America—if you know, you know. For the souls of mankind are up for grabs, and he knew they won't be able to pay properly. He will not allow an early apocalypse; a complete collapse would drain his pleasure, and he grinned from ear to ear thinking about it. Just like always, he was 125,000 steps ahead of the Puppet Masters, for he knew his vessel was stubborn and mentally tough enough to actually finish the task.

"The world religions have betrayed ME, the Creator, and YOU, and have thought to themselves that they shall sever themselves," he laughed. "Bahaha! Pathetic weasels have left themselves open to bodily possessions from my loyal army."

In this, they feared the Angel of Lightning because he and the Creator have a deal, yet humans were trying to do their own will once again. Since the Tower of Babel in Genesis Chapter 11, you can capture the pathetic attempt of rats trying to antagonize an apex predator.

At precisely 6:56 AM, he was watching the news, awaiting the announcement of a cartel weasel leader to be captured by the name of Guzman—a scared little boy tattletaling on his handlers to see if the Great Nation of the United States will allow him to keep his daddy's money.

"Muahahaha!" the Devil laughed. "I could have $226.00 in my bank account and have loyal warriors die for me with a smile while getting a restful 6.6 hours of sleep, while you don't even know if that noise is a cricket or your Judas, haha!"

The 32 politicians in Mexico will go through the most embarrassing geopolitical scandal in EVER. Juicy little gossip hitting the news, enough to cover up the Epstein files and shut up the critics. The war in the Middle East is peanuts compared to this scandal, because he knew that once several dominoes fall, it will destabilize trade with the rest of the world. He is capitalizing on this using third parties who will come and hand over the spoils of this war right into his hand in the form of a card.

By 6:59 AM, his focus shifted to the hoarding of gold by the Chinese, thinking to himself of the Spanish plagues and the Great Pestilence, which was a highly profitable time. Remember: never let a crisis go to waste.

"Haha, what a time to spectate while I await my inevitable ascendance," he laughed. "I wonder what my brother is doing," he thought to himself.

He closed his eyes and took full control of one of his puppets to see through their eyes, taste what they taste, and speak as them. It was way better than any VR headset.

"Hmm," he observed. "The poor brownie was going through it."

He saw the OTTO boys and the rest of the white boys clinging to money and power, using blackmail again, and the brownies still loved it. I'll come back later, he said to himself. Next time, I'm reincarnating them as Ethiopians to teach them a lesson.

"MUAHHAHA!" he laughed.

He knew the fraud was coming to a swift end due to too many holes in the loopholes. No lawyer on Earth could defend them, and Jesus Christ won't either. It is too late for their redemption; they have entered his world.

The Angel and his brother were real characters in real life—one a thief, the other a killer. What a combination. The funny thing was, they were completely different in intellectual standing; no academic could explain it. They both needed to be glorified; they needed to be wanted and desired. They thrived in moments of action and would not allow any disloyalty to go unpunished. People didn't think much of them at first, but those in the hidden seats of power knew exactly who they were and protected them with impunity. You could tell by the gold on the license plates that followed the eldest brother. The younger brother didn't need much but a few following him, for he was a little honey badger and not as much of a show-off as the oldest.

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Part 4 coming soon. These are just stories, and I will continue to write them for my entertainment and for others. Any copyrights and other rights reserved, but who gives a fuck—GO DO YOU!