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(With Wormwood Dreams)
The fire and ice, heaven and hell equinox calibration of scales, scorched Earth
beneath a sky of epic fail of primary colors in triple beam, sale, cine-scene-
totem of hierarchial Archangels of Destruction of Kingdom of the Beasts in the headless sea of humanity unspared.
Where stars collide then fade in burn particle signature infraread, smoke writes upon sky canvas shadow translated in 3D depth of field, possessing appointed time to be horsemen, galloping, trodding the unfaithful-living, angles showing prisms of darkness in a snow globe running free to mock us.

Solvent life, salient still dissolves in violent streams of winds censering ashes urned within to begin with burnt offerings of Godless screams.

A meteor of wormwood bright,
In shadows cast, casting wings and devil horns, a somber glow,
a laser precision light show of
Rock in Roll with black pancho-
Cinco de Mayo Sombrero.
A dance of darkness in the night,
where masks lie buried low and prophecy comes right on time, to show faceless-Crones form Black Pyramids of 
Deja Vu selling its price high at the crossroads.
High winding metal drones become laser pointed Rocky Horror pictures worth a thousand words,
forging thousands times thousands swords.

Shards of broken mirror
reflecting- like a blood ruby with taciturned facets as paths of totality for theater alley,
of Apathy's Atmospheric Rivers
manifesting physically so it can be seen,
as signal fires burning.
Prophecy of unlearned lessons- rides the black as sentinels collecting idolatry's bond of bounty, like a mountain search party torches in the evening of time, a comet returning to make the waters a bitter brine. 
The frequency mounting a mood, enduring the flood with costly fire-lines against the concepts of good.

The echoes of a broken past,
In crematic ashes forgotten in the mouth.
The ticker tape of wounds that 
are doctored by surgical goons. Eyes' R.E.M. cleaved in Morpheus's sealing sands- waxing pipe dreams sediment over the eyes, pumping hearts that bleed red, white and blue with more black blood clots, and test for compliance, unrest with
Crocodile Tears Masking the truth with a watery veil, or ventilator from hell-bogo
in a fire sale of morality
and directed energy
cutting motes for the darkness to
hold still, the fires to breach forest  road, but mine the refuge as nowhere to go, animals to scauld in thoroughfares of tolls paid for disobedience's mental
scars, to condition response and crystallize blind fidelity like a trafficked go play in the freeway-sport
stoned for "A" against the swamp in Texas, Loned Star-Wars by China space hitmen, should have known what was DEW, acres ago, the
weaponized Deep State has already declared its unholy war,
expects a kneeling at its unholy throne war room.
As it reacts to lone dire wolf looking for bones and licking its wound.
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