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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the quiet whispers of dreams, I dance with shadow's ebonescence, as photonic particle - collider, photosynthesis derider, unveiling entities, of "agents provocateur" to seize a "visitation" upon the dimensions precipice per chance to lay siege. In the depths of "our present darkness", petra-charred and invisible against the oiled skin of night. Chameleon sins- spiders its neural network across the fruited plains, trading insiders like it was the New York Stock Exchange. Black domes in the rock of jig altar, to sire getaway mountain dens and tunnels for BlackRock Pfizer Op -Executions. Their golden boy, will spotlight meteoric, the proverbial fly in the ointment, Act III lift of a-weighted curtain-lifting back wings, showing a defyning eye and marionette strings. Les Miserables-play on words-play on heartstring phantoming our opera, staged in Anti-Christian cryptonite. History channeled redirect rhetoric dialect of reflected subject to chain, and the death of fiat currency, just a coincidental theme? Freedom is a currency isn't it, a Hallmark card from the Corporation to the People- to read, between the lines of allegiance- swearing till blue in the face, alliance against malfee-seance in press release of 3 letter agency. As Apollyon waltzes in from the bottomless pit. Social credit scored to fit the bill. Cloaked in fine Kingly robes of industry. fact checked by the Ministry of Information. When will love speak it's instinctual dialect in a neon sign language not lost in translation? When will hope weave it's august majesty, Seraphic-wings spread over as a covering tapestry. In cure of a cerulean sky with hope diamonds of open transparency, lifting us in perpetuity. Till that day, with each intrepid step, a nightmare before Lent their Black Christmas unfolds a returning echo on the steppes, etched in our collective brains like petrified mold. In an apology of words, emotions coagulate churns sour worm meal, acidic curdling of my stomach, a larvaeic curd- cysted curse to the soylent green new deal of New World sufferings and pain, of UnitedNationsBurntOfferings, with a disdain for comic relief or cosmic entymology.
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