Viva Il Duce Poems

[Matthew Mussolini]

One day while God
Was dropping a Deuce!
He sent me a Dream Meme!
Saying:


He said "I got bored and needed a Lord
So chose a Dictator to rule my horde

Even I too, get sick of being God,
And chose to help build, a Temple of Nod

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I need to worship someone greater than me
A need Just like the rest of humanity

It's true and only a meth head would know
Our eyes are on you like the Truman Show

I'm creating a Fascist regime
Because I am Yahweh. It's my thing

Who could it be there is none greater
Than the Papist, the Pope's Massive Dictator

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His headquarters, went from Rome sweet Rome
Then marched on Heaven, my Home Sweet Home

In Genesis I made a creature greater than me
His name was Jacob which means Mussolini

It actually fulfills Old Testament prophecy
He kicked my ass at wrestling , read and see

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So God recreated Benito Mussolini
Made him greater than God, for Heaven to see

All Heaven watched and said " What the Fuck!
Can we really object to this, tell God he sucks?"

God just knelt before, the dude with no hair"!
"Put me on trial? " God said with a dare!

You humans insist on needing a God
I need one too. My choice isn't odd.

His cranium says he's the leader of all
Now bend the knee, young, short, fat, and tall!

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All Heaven create propaganda everywhere
of the benevolent Dictator, without any hair

I want to see Heaven's media with adds
that sell Fascist shirts and Benito bags

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[Matthew Mussolini]

That poem is actually based on a dream I had last night. But the dream ends with Mussolini's lion growing bigger than him and eating them.

still, that's one of the ways God speaks to us through dreams.

[PacificDude]

That poem is actually based on a dream I had last night. But the dream ends with Mussolini's lion growing bigger than him and eating them.

still, that's one of the ways God speaks to us through dreams.

Matthew Mussolini Dude, I didn't know you were a poet! Now it all makes sense - poets speak a special language most people just don't get- we're prophets or freaks - you be the judge... haha :-)

[Matthew Mussolini]

Matthew Mussolini Dude, I didn't know you were a poet! Now it all makes sense - poets speak a special language most people just don't get- we're prophets or freaks - you be the judge... haha :-)

Definitely Prophets have a history of being poets and lunatic, like John the Baptist living in the wilderness, always wearing the same camel hair and sandals, eating locusts and wild honey, always unemployed.

Could you imagine if he were around today? Mental health professionals would diagnose him a lunatic no doubt. That's actually how a lot of the Prophets were.

Just read the book of revelation. John was on some good drugs or mushrooms. Haha!

Much of the Bible is poetry. Jesus wasn't exactly a poet , but judging by his parables, he could have been if he wanted to be. People thought he was a madman, a freak, and possessed by Demons.

I think poets tend to mildly to severely crazy based on the large number of them I read about who either committed suicide, were drug addicts, alcoholics, or wound up in insane asylums.

The Prophet Muhammad was a poet. He just passed it on orally like Old Testament Prophets rather than put it into writing. I object to the violence and torture in the Koran but it actually sounds really good when it is sung by the right people. The nonviolent verses that don't bash pagans and infidels are good.

The Old Testament psalms are good poetry with the exception of a few violent hateful verses.

[neonspectraltoast]

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

[Matthew Mussolini]

This is an old thread so its weird that it ends with a Benito bag and gets resurrected the same day as a post on the "Benito bag, Duce bag" thread. I left off at a journal entry praying for a Kami greater than God and the Devil combined (the theme of this poem) + omnipresent in that passage of Fascinating Fascist Scripture.

It also refers to me as MM ( for Matthew Mussolini ) and there is an Eminem song on the Benito bag OP of the thread someone posted in today regarding my destiny. I think it means I'm M&M and called to be a National "Used Duce bag salesman".

Just like a used car salesman

[neonspectraltoast]

You actually are a great person, Matt. I just hope the signs can open your psyche to that where my words fail. The world needs people like you desperately. Which is the point of the Dylan Thomas poem I posted. Are you going to go quietly into that goodnight, that has presented itself, or are you going to rage with joy and compassion against the dying of the light? Don't tell me, cause I already know the answer. You rule.

[neonspectraltoast]

I know this is a little melodramatic, but actually the hour's never been darker. This is do or die.

[neonspectraltoast]

The heart of humanity is being raped and left for dead. You, Matthew, should know that as well as anyone.

[Matthew Mussolini]

You actually are a great person, Matt. I just hope the signs can open your psyche to that where my words fail. The world needs people like you desperately. Which is the point of the Dylan Thomas poem I posted. Are you going to go quietly into that goodnight, that has presented itself, or are you going to rage with joy and compassion against the dying of the light? Don't tell me, cause I already know the answer. You rule.

Thanks! It means a lot. Divine Providence, the Almighty God, who is so much more than what a Church, catechism, or Bible says, is working on your heart. I can see the evidence.

[PacificDude]

The Old Testament psalms are good poetry with the exception of a few violent hateful verses.

Matthew Mussolini Agree big time. But too many Christians have not figured out how to pick and choose their so-called battles wisely :-)