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Eclipse 2

Mother's womb panged to be delivered. A rift awakened, once asleep in roost, but 4alarm crowing on steeples of burning roofs, the foundations gone missing, on sabbatical crowning of burning man both in and not in the news. God's will matches that of the coldness of Men, having become roaming, lost Sheep, in Wanderlust and goating. With Monuments and Amendments, to sin- broken Sacraments, volcanos vent. Columbia has chosen it's God, opened the Baal Archway, against St. In symbiosis with the CERN annihilation speedway. Spraying on the benchmarks of the faults-crept, encroaching firmament and its keeps, away yet unwept upon it's steps. It's rod spent, fueling it's nuclear vision and endearment of portals opening underway. Commandments replaced by Black hole gaze-Of Modernism and it's strange justice, Inferred movement and Purple Haze. Bring down your internment of warning, captivity of us, the dawning, spawning campfires burning, in festivals of the Unlearnment, blinded-to stoke impediment the embers of Masonry's prodding, alignment, and plots stirring, brewing, age of confinement. Bring us intermission and their Yoddling and their cheers and , no tearing, no remorse, allotments arears for allotting no endless night, sealing curse, No God fearing. The worst. No Captain steering, this hardship is nearing. Eclipsed by business as usual, kickbacks, forged contract, dubious contacts. O The dizziness of the Carnival, incompatible with sympathetic pregnancy, visionary opticals. Only illusions, delusions, confusion and it's discrepancies, crews for Blues, Hipsters cruising, along the Highway to Hell, in floats saying Shriners, underneath their banner it says World News, brought to you by confusion and Skull and Bones, those who brought the Church to the Catacombs. In like manner. Casting darkness and it's fanfare, there, with a spell and a sneer, and Savoir Faire. The eclipse is not anything of a warning my dear. Now as only God's private joke with tear, and waste in receptacle. In the specter of eclipse, gone unnoticed, to the festivals spectacle and wine on their lips. No Ninevites to comprehend, or reason to listen, hence. Neither a Jonah or Elijah to portend. Only a Prodigy Sun. Truly eclipsed by prodigal season. It's Prodigal Profits at an all time high, it's Prodigee Prophet, seen by no one. A Total Eclipse of the Sun.

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