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"?
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