“The Devil’s Whisper: A Poem on Lust, Technology, and the Fall of Love”
A dark poetic reflection on lust, technology, and the devil’s subtle plan to unravel love, family, and society from within.
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I whispered soft in mortal ears, a sly, seductive plan,
To twist the ways of love and birth, and slowly cull out Man.
Not poison’s cup, nor bombs in flight, would serve this wicked art,
But subtler snares of lust and fame would play the greater part.
The youth grow wise to war’s old game, they question every fight,
So I must weave a clever net, concealed beneath the night.
I tried to blur the lines of flesh, with tricks of form and name,
But fleeting was that masquerade—it fizzled into shame.
I’ve long abused both love and lust to get things as I please,
Since Seventies’ sweet, swirling days, I’ve brought you to your knees.
Why fix what’s never broken down, why mend a perfect snare?
I’ll twist the bond of hearts and vows, till none are left to care.
I’ll make your unions sour and cold, your partnerships a chore,
So breeding halts not by decree, but choice you can’t ignore.
Then came the net, my gift to you, and social scrolls divine,
I mixed the two, a wicked brew, a trap by my design.
A stage was built where youth could sell their charms to eager eyes,
“OnlyFans,” I whispered sweet, “where dreams and dollars rise!”
And millions came, with painted lips, to dance before the screen,
Their beauty turned to currency, their virtue wiped clean.
And men—oh men!—what will they shun, when choosing for a bride?
A “loose” delight, a fleeting night—they’ll turn and step aside.
Thus love decays, the cradle’s cold, the birth rate starts to fall,
While I, in shadows, laugh and watch the ruin of it all.
You handed me the keys yourselves, to lock away your fate,
With lust as bait, you sealed the door, your end you helped create.
No battles raged, no poison spread, just hunger and a screen,
The oldest trade reborn anew—oh, devilishly keen.
So when you pose, or when you pay, to sate your fleeting flame,
Remember who first lit the match, who whispered you the game.
It’s I—yes, Satan—grinning wide, as mankind slowly wanes,
For pleasure bought with empty hearts will shatter all your chains.
SO! – Did ‘I’ Fund ‘Only Fans’?
Did I fund ‘Only Fans’? Well I certainly put the idea into the head of one of my many disciples.
You see, I needed to slow down the birth rate of Humanity, so that over the long term, only the Evil Humans would be left on Earth. Then all I had to do was ‘light the flame’ and They would simply ‘increase’ the number of their Own kind than they do right NOW!
SO! How do I manage this without Poison or even More! Wars! Because the younger Generations are getting ‘Sussed’ on the purpose of wars and could shut them down completely by the time the next generation become young adults. So what’s to be done?
I tried the Trans, biological sex trick, but that didn’t last too long, I was found wanting fairly quickly on that one, so I had to think HARD yet again. Now I know you’ve read about how I like to abuse Sex and Love to get My own way, and it’s been super-successful since the 1970’s. So why not use it Yet again? After all, why FIX what ain’t BROKE! EH?
That’s when I realised the safest way to get RID of all you ‘Good people’ out there is to stunt your birth-rate – Permanently! – What better way than to make marriage or partnerships SO distasteful that You would all just voluntarily STOP! Breeding? … Excellent Plan – I’m sure You’ll all agree.
Now previously I told You how I gave You the internet and My Saviour – ‘Social Media’ – So I thought I’d combine the two to give you the perfect ‘divider’ – ‘Only Fans’ .. Where mainly young Girls/Ladies could go and earn some REAL MONEY to fund the Lifestyle-Of-Their-DREAMS! – And SO They Did! – Millions of them 🙂 🙂 🙂
And What! Do the Blokes/Lads/Fella’s NEVER want to marry, or form a lasting relationship with? – Yep! – ‘A Loose Woman’ … So You See! SEX! Does it AGAIN! It’s just SO! Predictable and Easy! You good folk just handed Me the keys to Oblivion – My Natural Habitat! – Where I shall go and Live – Forever More! – After Your Birth Rates have become unsustainable on the back of one of the Simplest Ideas Ever – The Glorified ‘Oldest Trade’ in the book – And all of You Frustrated, sex-hungry blokes are PAYING to rid Yourself! – Of Yourselves.
When You next Preen & Pose for ‘Only Fans’
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Think Of ME! SATAN!! … Love Ya Baby 🙂 🙂 🙂
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