Here To Eternity

When Time sails into it's last port, and fever for the Truth is stowed- as an incubant reality -that you wish had aroused sooner, it's queried symptom with more fervored pedigree of temperature and imminent perspire. To be caught up in a fairer sea and a wider net before the docks that bustle with confusion and regret, seeps from flotsamed seed. Leviathan emerging from Atlantean Hold with the deep coldness of betrayal surfacing FedNow from it's keep, of secrets- curated upon the altered tongues of Belial, media sirens and priests. System of nowhere has you in it's backwater maelstrom of confusion and shiny distracting swirls of eddific infusions, a scantily clad WhoreRidingTheBeast, that pairs suitors one against the other in her gossip of intrigues. This has been foretold, for those who have eyes to see. Know that ignorance is bliss as a head tucked in the sand, that has lost it's body. That, has had the bounty of waves of enemies, rush our shore, pour the salt of the lies of unity to season divergency to a refined palate of uni-diversities, pepper spray to taste- our wounds in an opera that blinds us to our face. As cannibals eat their own, and we bite the hand that feeds. Feeding the hands that take us away, from Truth. Hell is from here to Eternity.