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Anathema

Dumbfounded in the raw, nerves in neon. Sin-New and bones quartered by time's animation- Death re-imagined by the law of Thelema and Agenda 21. Moments of truth corner you in alleys and avenues in the night. As they are ritually looking for burnt offerings and sacrificial tithe. Cursively-written virtually shoed-in in google font, recursively smitten, by subversive stunt. "5G electric blue", designs of think tanks in lieu, of Universities and Mystery Schools, City Councils and Clan-destined Bloodlined Coup. Professing something while confessing nothing. Comic-Con artists, of the craft, out of the blue- they perform their Grift while hiding their true hue. A "Cult of Personality", assumed, position, just as "In Living Color" knew, of Devil-Bards and Siren-Diction. Of Society tattoo. Scribes, Scripts, treatments, innoculation. Tribes, tripes, tributes, tribulation. They would like for you, to "imagine." No malice, intent and conform in fashion. They would like the World to come together, share nothing but their tainted ration. To be fashioned in the image of the fallen, revered. To be subdued and severed, weighed and seared. The World has betrayed you by its drastic change, its passion unfaithful untruth, deranged. It's Sunsets of illusion of Epic Fail. A promise plandemicly derailed. By sickly pale, document lipstick, between the Capitol and Sheole, frak-mining the Shale of our epedemic. Glittered horizons of distracting, with flesh-fairey and their digital masking. Their suckerpunch of mesmorizing- fist, face-graphing, victims of data lists and high fives and laughing. Of GPS, UPC, ISBN and barcodes of the Beast. Of Jezebels-Jasmine on your mind on a magic carpet ride, landing page strip, obituary of classifieds leaks by design of Djinni on the inside. Media ***********, filling a created void (reality tv, advertising, forty thieves)pizzagate and Dominoes and the Noid. Come sail away on the Great Dreamcoaster, touring a Worldwide Smithsonian Redroom. You are a tangled fiber, caught in the cogs of Carnival doom. In sub-ordinations, sub-statutes Statues of Liberty, Psyops and indoctrination in Communist Communes. Championed by Crisis Actors who blow you that Judas Kiss on the silver screen. Sweet nothings of diversity, open minds to parasite in the in between. Parlor patrons dealing in *** and snake- oil scene. Hellmouths on your floor, pentagram, spark, gasoline. These. Pommel straddling whores riding Trojan horse, riding through the town in Hearsts. Chorus. On course. Versus_verse: "you cannot escape reality", "this ride is going down", the Carneys are Demon Hordes, Soulivores taking abductees and painting red the town.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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