A Hole, New Dimension, E T

The in-sense of dying night falls in the early morning burn. The mating song of the beast calls in the darkness, hyenas mimicking loved one, per each his turn, navigating at their clever wheel of turn, turn turning into pleasure map of "do what thou wilt", soul_crack, of urn. Falling for deception, so that the false gods may Grandfather in, their idol's star craft in djini-ology heroic return. We come by reflections, harkened at the waters edge. We are a marker in the sand, as the world crumbles, repealing-aeon, as sifted soot through our hands, hourglass cutting teeth, smash and grab. In a Universe too young for this implosion ing. Our corrosion to conformity to society ending erosioning, with so little prompting. As we watch from our comfortably numb resistanktuary, of the carrion, "Dead's Retreat" Apathy? Nay marking an 'X' of charred remains, in treasures stead, of we, strangers in a strange land. As it pertains to the mystery of dancing through the space in our heads while calling for sensibilities of poisoned lead. Caught stealing from our time past and shadowed from another aging twine and deepening larceny craft of cast of lots cast last, mirrored hive minds, ape-ing, bled from un holy rites for it's use in kindOplasts, dna copywriting. Copyright © GovEntity.class. Avatar, Starbucks, Apollo, Aphrodite, Artemis, Ad-Venti es. Non recused, by the divine in his un muse, sick of our cold touch stone mobile fold table altar of our abbadocsyst em forlorned murder gurney, games of usurper thrones. Our journey sojourned, so journed, so adjourned? without Corona Mass Hystraction drill leading to bottomless pit-CERN, unleashing/Demon Drones/ Main Eventi and Coronation.Infestation manifest stationing bling bling and "Everything Zen"... " I don't think so"?