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I now see I am in the presence of a true genius, and that my Marx is not scientific as I once thought, but simply an evil beast fueled by his hatred of the human race and that he must be stopped. Thank you for enlightening me to the evils of Marx and the evil Left.



It’s just society hasn’t realized they continue to teach the equivalent of creationism to biology when giving legitimacy to Marx and collectivism for economics.

It’s absolutely infuriating and frankly disgusting.


Wait until you read his poetry. Truly a twisted soul. Even the worst dictators thought they were helping their own people at least; Marx just wanted everybody dead.


https://www.marxists.org/archive/marx/works/1837-pre/verse/v...

Angry with God. Makes sense it’s obvious to any real believer. You can feel the Envy and Anger dripping from his words. No submission to the Lord, no respect, no Love.

Obviously he has to try and ban religion also. Very interesting. Thank you. I never knew about this somehow.

—- The Fiddler

The Fiddler saws the strings, His light brown hair he tosses and flings. He carries a sabre at his side, He wears a pleated habit wide. "Fiddler, why that frantic sound? Why do you gaze so wildly round? Why leaps your blood, like the surging sea? What drives your bow so desperately?" "Why do I fiddle? Or the wild waves roar? That they might pound the rocky shore, That eye be blinded, that bosom swell, That Soul's cry carry down to Hell." "Fiddler, with scorn you rend your heart. A radiant God lent you your art, To dazzle with waves of melody, To soar to the star-dance in the sky." "How so! I plunge, plunge wihout fail My blood-black sabre into your soul. That art God neither wants nor wists, It leaps to the brain from Hell's black mists. "Till heart's bewitched, till senses reel: With Satan I have struck my deal. He chalks the signs, beats time for me, I play the death march fast and free. "I must play dark, I must play light, Till bowstrings break my heart outright." The Fiddler saws the strings, His light brown hair he tosses and flings. He carries a sabre at his side, He wears a pleated habit wide.




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