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Of Some Mad American Empire III

We sit in our idle houses plugged-in to the world wide web of digital madness and make-believe. We text tweet posts from on far and shadow fight in elections streams but hide our eyes in the burning light of day. We crawl in the muck of media social septic sycophantic discharge. The immaculate ejaculation of simple minds lost in hate inspired by a buffoon's fury for the masses of a race at war with no one and everything. We are the spoor of an absent absolute adolescent god. The degeneration of a nation. Walk on the left side of what is right. Daggers to the left brainwashed, irrational. We are the lost souls, shades of our former selves. The whitewashed out wasted youth of a once-great nation that never was, and is only in the wet dreams of gun-loving, militant, mutant myopic ‘mericans. We are the last bastion of some mad American empire that once never was and will be ever again from sea to shining towers of righteous jaded glass that reach to heavens zenith only to come down as men with destination if deaths deeds conspire to bring down. An airliner of 767 designation demolition by design a government conspiracy that conspired to kill and to procreate war for profit and malicious malfeasance fester in flight of a mind at war with truth and a god at home of the brave land of the gun. We are the product of our dysfunctional family that plugged us into the cathode ray tube, the wet nurse of the damaged damned and demented delusional diluted and dangerous. We sit in our idle houses plug-in to the world wide web of digital madness and make-believe. Of some mad American empire of crumbling crimson and cobalt blue fluids of stars sliver bright raining like falling embers or wormwood, blood, and sky and white light influx we are the offspring of some mad American empire…

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