First off, I'd like to say I actually did read the entire poem (unlike some other people who have decided to criticize it.)

I'm not really sure how people can criticize this without reading it because that just doesn't make any sense.

I'm not going to lie and say I understood every word of this poem because I didn't understand a lot of it, but I think I grasped the overall message you were trying to portray. I did get lost during a few lines, but I think I get it with the ending.  "We wept when we remembered Zion", meaning god being the one responsible for all of the evil-doings in the world, and not Lucifer..."The second rock from the sun" meaning Venus, also a symbol of Lucifer..."morning star".  I actually have a short poem entitled "Venus" if you'd like to check it out. Overall, this poem is confusing but I think you did a very nice job with it.

"I admit, I didn't read it. I still haven't read it. I don't plan on reading it."

Case in point, ergo your comments are useless. I would like to further clarify something for you; I am not educated, hip or cool and I never intended to sound as such so it only makes sense that I don't.  Now while my writing may not be engaging to a lowbrow loser such as yourself, this is not a universal standpoint. Although this piece may not make sense to you (how could it, you didn't even read it!) this is not to say that it does not make sense. It's a fairly complicated and erudite "poem" pertaining to a variety obscure themes in regards to a recondite and esoteric topic.

This was created to help elucidate much of the content poem: Annotated Version of Fascist Fascination. 

To answer your questions, much of what I read does come across like what I wrote; ever heard of William S. Burroughs? Brion Gysin? Franz Kafka? Samuel Becket? etc., of course I might be misinterpreting what you mean by "comes across like". Secondly, yes it's in the poem, duh. 

You're very adept at making foolhardy assumptions. Never was looking for flaky flattery or fiendish fawning or sycophancy of any kind. I asked for "feeback"; which really, in my mind, doesn't mean either empty insults or abortive opinions, but rather CRITICISM and preferably of the constructive variety. Criticism, in regards to a literary piece, refers to the activity analysis in a critical or logical manner. So, in my mind, you failed to head my request and instead took it as an opportunity to raise your own weak ego by attempting to downcast me. 

I admit, I didn't read it. I still haven't read it. I don't plan on reading it. I am, however, highly entertained by this little bitch-fest of yours over it.

You don't sound cool, hip, or educated. Your writing isn't engaging: it doesn't attract interest or hold it. How much do you read that comes across like what you wrote?

Do you normally say to yourself, "I'm going to go find a bunch of buzzwords, slang, controversial topics, and foreign terms arranged so as to make as little sense as possible!" 

We know all the words you used, and all the topics you mention.  We've read those books. Do you have an idea about them you'd like to express? It's the delivery that needs work.

Don't ask for an opinion if all you really wanted was someone to kiss your ass over a worthless piece of babble.

Never did I ask for ignorant meagre asinine insulting quibbles with absolutely no basis in relation to what was actually written. I asked for feedback and asked for it implicitly as a statement of an apparent need, and though it may not be a direct need in reference to my immediate physical survival, it was never a demand nor, properly comprehended, could it have been construed as one; implicitly or explicitly. I doubt, based on your initial comment, that you even read through the entire piece. It is my conjecture, rightly so with so little investigation and being wholly based on intuition, that you failed to comprehend up to 93% of what I wrote. 

So what you may have considered to be feedback I see as nothing more than an uncritical egotistical jeering defamation of what you do not understand. Jealousy at it's core, no doubt.

"Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pears before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again to rend you." - Matt 7:6

And I thought that this was an online sanctum of magicians, not of pigs and dogs. I hope not to run into any more of your kind 'round these parts. 

You asked, you got.

I demanded nothing, mediocre fool. Pearls before swine. 

You demand acknowledgment for this bullshit? Get a grip! There might be two lines of brilliance in this ramble, and there might not. I'm not going to be the one to sift out the gems for you. Get an editor if you plan to pursue a career in poetry.