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Devision Part 1

Masses forming classes boarding: Corral Gates of slaughter, hauling, sorting- human beings-aborting our innocent(sons and daughters) Bishops Queens and Cannon Fodder- their crop of sheep sacrifice to image of the Beast es cargo for the Elite Machine; of Underground in plain site, lined in Streets of Gold of their El Dorado deep-sites. Our lives for sell, sold. Titanic-transport of souls clandestine sport of spoil Moonlight witches pissing on fertile soil Mid-night Their platform of unsee able points of light inconceivable blight A ship of fools run ary By heretics making waves rushing blood-*** noise Vampires sucking dry Kendrick and Cyborg sex ploys Buoys and curls pinging toys waving Bye to your rights While your eyes are sewn tight As celebrity whores say "come get me boys" and the message boards are alight Why are you so dead inside? River Styx is taking you for a ride? You'd be at 666 Flags if Apathy was water, water on the brain slide The Final Frontier The Motive is clear You've been contacted by Demons By the "Art of the Deal" In the guise of...Behind the sky's glove...chemical lines drawn by mechanical sky d(r)oves, to obscure the happenings above;writers on the storm exhausting their lies and Political heroic acts of altruistic "Love" the "Dragonborn." The Kingdom of Mourn. A Game of thrones a game of bones non_chalantly thrown. Hung in the balance, drawn and quartered by AI Phalanx algorithm. Clouding the mind. Not seeing flashing signs- "*** poison kind ...of malice-flashing in neon." Hiding behind crown Masons-ring brotherhood blood and chalice. Unplugged radar, telethon tears. Honing your sites ip and your fears, cook and rinse till juices run clear. Till you are stuck in the hole with Alice. Why are you so dead inside? River Styx is taking you for a ride? You'd be at 666 Flags if Apathy was water, water on the brain slide Hide behind your tools Crafty handiwork to snoop On the people for the people Of who? Of the Media, spoonfed search-the Wickedpedia Omit what doesn't fit, the narrative and feed- -retrofit the needia Face condoms up when what you are touching is as unclean, as Cardi D and the itinerary of the beast, riding another beast, biometrics and vaccine

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