No Brave New World

In the meta-versed binaural wish song beats, skid row streets of the bottomless pits of Metropolis/ Thebes, you are quardoned off and printed in a likeness wronged-vaped, winged to the wilderness by their covens, draconics chasing, vomitous flood eroding, erasing. On the road to Babylon, eyes sutured in digital DNA with mRNA biometric diphthong grafted imbuely under the tongue, litmus for the UN Normandy flu and culled beef diet in Newsweek. We are a union dumb-stuck between a matrix of passports and illusions of WEF delusions and cohorts of manned machine, DOJ courts, idol new age quartz, feats in a mirey clay and FedNow freethinker vaccine of silenced speech, dramamine gemmed, coined vessels of recycled earth leech of iron teeth IED in sodomic coliseum of id that lies in your footprint continually fingerprinting your criminal poentiality- beneath an ominous cloud of anti firmity in anti Christ affinity for SALT for the people in neon crystal_LSD_mumbo jumbo tron, fertile fertility ritual viewing habitual soil of hanging gardens of hashtag underscored tin hat foil, trends to tend moor, moat in our due season of rfid trackers in inn-product depend ants remote placement ad game replacement theology of "the ministry" effacement, the lusty silicone and tattooed alterations- creams of the streets and the gender of ambiguity or shamed by society. We should have turned away from their piety, plotous impropriety in the waves that swept us into their allure, of grave new World. There is no green deal, only confiscated farms and rainwater allotment alarms. What have we become but flotsam and jetsam wreckage-djour drifting above deep hidden pearls and between isles of tranquility luaus of "peace and safety" fears eroding freedom and identity, Assemblies that assemble a Kingly Constitution to vessel as one body, one vision, one ad mission, now a-fjordead to farthest reach, where waters have become bitter and the food soylently bred green, a haven to withstand the drowning pool of money-changers forgone fargo and bankers embargo and the land of many waters turned red, bridges burned, supply lines impeached, gushed to mutinous breach of Capitol Hell, Shrangri-locked, Kamalot, Mar-a- lago gots them chomping at the bit and gnashing of teeth to turn this place into a vacant lost. Our System of a Down, "Derangement syndrome Clowns". We the stow-aways in a storm, of gotaways at the shores of we-dom, forlorn expensed pre-spent loads of OnlyFans/breakfast at Tiffany's Leftist moans of perdeum coins forplay. We are Geo-fence cracked snails become cartographers on our merry way to navigate beyond Christ's protection in lieu of deicide and trans-humanism, the old ways in a crossroads to a new mourn. Now comes the sirens as we drift out to sea, on our way to nowhere. Is this what you decide? Or do you feel voiceless, rudderless or just-stay out of the craziness, are you lazy, high, "comfortably numb" or just staring at the Pleaides starstruck by exotic materials striking you, bombarding you in gammation, blind, deaf and dumb.