World Bleeders

World Bleeders (#777 words) If you claim to be sane in this crazy whirled we live I pity the world in your domain in that you forget to forgive I think your normal is abnormal You must be one of the takers not the One's that give Maybe you're one of the fakers that live comfortably in a lie Maybe you're one of the shakers not afraid to roll another die Maybe you think you're one of the makers without having to try You have others do as you will You love to make them cry You've assigned yourself to the breakers the bankers and self-appointed high for annihilation in the illuminated fire Resurrected in a body for hire A true holocaust The Soul is outsourced to the Archontic principal and the psychopathic Bull Mad as a hatter Too much Mercury in your brain has broken through the membrane You burnt the messenger that had a swift cure for your pain You're historically insane You designed your new casket to survive after the pyre It fits your godlike desire to outlive the last creator of heaven and hell The Great dictator behind the face you dwell It's all in your head that's lost in space You're the naked king not the ruler of the awakened human race Your master is weakening Your plans are known Your days are numbered on this Earthly throne Your wars will not win Your battles will be lost Humanity has suffered too long along the lines that you have crossed You fail to wholly understand Your left brain receives and makes the demands to Be-keeper of the Rite that assumes command Darkness over light You want the hive in your hand to extract all the honey Only you can transfer the raw gold into money and set a price beyond the reach of the deepest wells You seal your darkened spells in sacrificial red blood and wax From the micro to the macro you set the rate of in-come tax upon every single unit of measure You claim each traded name as your personal treasure to buy or sell as you proclaim Crashing stocks and shifting shame Rewinding clocks to fool and blame the one that's lost in time Forever leaning back and fore Not balanced along the wavy line alike spiral chakras resonating a sine from root to tip along the spine but not connected to Earth or skies Beyond worship of the witness Moon Saturn plays your tune The old man of time will come for you soon just as You have willed Fashioned from the blood you spilled on sacred ground The buried bodies will be found You will get what you deserve in the final round Beyond the courts of Law are accountants keeping score You could have been part of the whole You chose to be the whore You could have given back what you stole but wanted to prophet from the score Painted a Red Star above your door Each choice that you make either exacerbates or exaggerates the mistake Turning water into ice for you to rule a frozen paradise and rape the feminized Son through the Djinn in your genes You host the obscene Still burning your skin in the Light You hide behind sun screens The most affected are the unclean primitive reptilian-brained Being Hidden at the top of the unseen below ground Much more has been hidden than declared or found Buried so deep underground it traps the sight and sound The rumors fly around like sprayed-on mud across the whole scene They say the copper in their blood makes it blue/green Manufactured super-soldiers Part human Part hybrid Part psychic machine Someone's terror nightmare is someone else's dream Frequency modifications intensify the silent scream that so few people hear Is someone other than Me reside unseen in here Is there anybody out there Slip and slide induced fear Manufactured and produced to make the precious juice that powers the parasitic rider Who takes the spark from him and her through unguarded portals the siphon is Set The Python of Horus when the Hawk's eyes meet and amplify the chorus with an electro-magnetic reaction that powers the craft created from forced intention beyond your mind through an angled shaft Home of the Dog-gods and the worshipped Cat before the destruction of Tiamat engendered the demise from flaming objects in blood red skies All innocence dies Only the Soulless vampire survives on the victims last breath Only the anti-creator thrives on imaginations final death. David.N.Moule/Verso