Rorschachs: Dramatic Verse and Somber, Twisted Tales
January 1, 2010 — Iyan IgmaBananas
March 20, 2009 — Iyan IgmaBananas
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Iyan Igma
It is generally recognized by scholars that bananas are the source of all evil. Their imperfect creation, for they contained strings, led the most mighty Lucifer to delusions of adequacy. As a few of us have been imparted with the knowledge of what next happened, it becomes of the utmost importance to speak no more of Satan’s fall but of Eve and Adam. Eve was in a garden and had just been quite let down by a banana, or, more specifically, its strings. Lucifer, sensing an opening, was apt to proffer the apple, as it is commonly acknowledged subconsciously. The apple was a most perfect and stringless fruit; the desire for perfection outweighed a trespass against God’s commandment.
Modestly do I propose to end the terrors of this world through that plan which I shall now disclose. Petitioning of Our Lord God Almighty should commence immediately. He cannot easily ignore the cries of the troubled. Like any ruler, He derives His power from the popular and sovereign common folks. Working in prayer together shall we convince Him to scrap the world and all other planes, start anew from scratch, and this time create a perfect banana. After all, one mayst do anything in faith.
Bananas Re-visited
It seems that only scholars and infants are in possession of capabilities enough to understand that bananas are the source of all evil. “Evil,” what is associated with this? Surely the fall of Lucifer. On the seventh day while God yet rested, Lucifer was exploring heaven in all of His glory. The Lord had seen good in all things, and, indeed, the bananas were good but yet imperfect. The tiny strings inside were revealed to Satan. Lucifer, as he was then called, was taken with wild fantasies upon learning of this fault in creation. Bananas were indeed the inspiration, and, as such, are the root of all evil.
Role Model
March 16, 2009 — Iyan IgmaRole Model
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Iyan Igma
I once had a friend,
The ex-comrades will say,
That I once thought even
Satan he could slay.
He exemplified everything
That one should be/do.
Then, one day he changed
Right out of the blue.
You can see him there
Deceiving his mind.
Now in him the
Examples we find
By reversal. Maybe
God learns from his mistakes.
Maybe he’s the prototype
Of educating fakes
Whose sole existence is to
Show others what not to do.
I’m learning something,
Are you?
He’s more effective than exhibiting
Penalized drunk drivers at school;
For conversation he’s the ultimate
Recruiter, patch, and tool.
Only, it’s a shame no
One can save him
From where he drowns
In waves of sin’s phlegm.
In double conclusion they’d say,
“He once was much more;
Now he teaches by existence
And is empty to the core.”
Quasi-Cultural Perspective
March 16, 2009 — Iyan IgmaQuasi-Cultural Perspective
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Iyan Igma
Being called Satan is a part
Of life; I’m used to it by now.
It’s just like being a rude
American: I must eat cow.
Truly it’s not because I
Follow a different directive,
You’re just a follower of another
Quasi-cultural perspective
[Religion makes no culture, indeed,
It is an afterthought of newborns
Who seek out language first, the
Prerequisite for culture to form.]
That makes you cautiously off
Guard and with others protective.
Perfection
March 16, 2009 — Iyan IgmaPerfection
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Iyan Igma
It is only called perfection
Because it humans cannot ha’e;
We’re too petty and immoral,
And e’en those of the church are lay.
For what else is a lay person
Than one of God’s inferiors?
Like Satan man sins and, therefore,
Must get to His posterior.
It is He and He alone who’s
This sinful world’s grand minister.
If all are equal before His eyes, then
What’s the holiness of being ordained?
Education makes one not better, and
E’en the priest will on that day be arraigned.
The beauty of perfection is
That it has natural order.
God will always reign supreme, for
Man seeks chaos and disorder.
It’s the simple discrimination
Employed to mark Man by the Almighty;
There’s a reason why we make mistakes,
Why we will always be termed flighty.
You No Be Existing
March 16, 2009 — Iyan IgmaYou No Be Existing
by
Iyan Igma
If I could go back in time,
None of you would exist.
We’d all disappear as dust
Under a crushing, mighty fist.
A continent of time I’d traverse,
Over the divide four thousand more years
To an Aden where His presence made
The mighty rivers weep joyous tears.
When the serpent is spotted entering,
The first murder would occur;
Not that of the future Abel
But of the musical Lucifer.
The fruit being untouched, innocence
Would still be Adam and Eve.
We the punishment would not
Have being. That’s what I believe.
