the wost enemy is death of love, and it will destroy us in spite of the constitution.
your prophet speaks now in b(l)ackwards letters.
this is the time to break your fetters.
in god we trust sealed on our elders and betters,
forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors.
let all your poisons bloom.
death nourishes the fungal gloom
under blackened skies of insidious doom.
lifeforce breaks like a wave on the shore
old glory drenched with the bloody whore's war.
burn all the black of coal/tar/oil.
corrupt the good green and blanch the rich soil.
our young ones fatten on exploitation.
one eye oversees on our profa(nation).
fly her upside down as a sign of crisis,
and make your last genuflexion to isis.
(ill)uminati read this vow:
i occupy the east as of now.
so, your G will not allow.
like a good dog,
down i lie,
and until i die
i would occupy
i believe my love is dead,
would that it were me instead.
but i still love her
after her senseless murder,
and i'll go the way of love
with grace you are devoid of.
so, do me a small favor
and let me out the door.
you win.
so, come in.
evil, believe.
i leave.
evening out in the east,
darkness is increased.
lying in the west,
pleading no contest,
i am through
and through with you.
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