principalities, they are no pals of me, the patriarchal popes, and the archetypal alliance which stands in defiance of the people, who power the planet, without a net, above or below, I thought you should know, of all people, sacrificial steeple, the sacrifice Is official, the office is appointed, our lord is anointed, just what is the point-ed, olive oil, I love the soil, of the garden, guarded by 2 trees, 2 towers, 2 powers, powered by poison, knowledge is knowing, power is passion, emotion, and toil. the seeds of the living are planted in soil, and watered with wisdom, which comes down from the skies, rain is the cries of the punished people from the earth snow is those pains crystallized for what their worth, then melted for mother, in a separate reality, it's real ly, all feel-ly, you can see who you be, and hear with your ear, you will feel the fear, and smell el, will taste test in space X, fake sex, it's all in the script, our entire lifetime is but a mere blip, in a bigger picture, on a bigger stage, this age, and the next, is the never-ending age, the effervescent page, ether engaged and about to launch, it knows your wants and desires, your bodies a bunch of liars, and cheats, there's no honor between thieves these days, crime pays, mind stays, body frays and preys to be saved, by rays of light, darkness preys for light, and stays in spite of its lack of days to fight, understandably so, we undoubtedly know, that the unfathomable slow, is a catastrophe show, who nobody knows, and nobody cares about, it will bring about, the requested change, or the sequestered remains of the subconscious brain, the lions are tamed, the man remained, the bull is blamed, and the eagle renamed... the scorpion, the kiss of death, the king of the damned, the kingdom is destroyed, the king now em-ployed, the queen is sequestered, the jack is the joker, the smoke in the room, the joke in the book, the cracker jack, will Crack your back, the Crack is Jack, and the crank is Jill, the bank is ill, but still... running the planet, ruining the planet, they got guns goddammit, I can't even stand it, that was never how we planned it, I manned it, I meant it, it was meaning full, full of meaning, full of matter, it fully matters, what's the matter, it couldn't have happened, to a nicer person, per son were in prison, cuz were not per-fect...per-sons,...we are sus-pect...ser-vants, with no pur-pose, were nothing but sur-plus ser-pents...serv-ing the ser-pents, live with a pur-pose, join the cir-cus, coin the circle, circle the square.bzzxxxttttt unlock eternity for your fellow man I'm the band of the right-hand I'm the Bain of anti-existence, if you don't respect it, you better expect it it is a realm of resistance, it's a bell ringing, a bird song singing, cell tower pinging, delivering the slivering,, and the dis-allusion of the 5 senses, the mis-illusion of the 7 chakrahs, the misogyny of a people and mystery of our origin who fuckin cares what size of bowl miss Moffett had her porridge in or if it was just right, in spite... it wasn't yours in the prime light, or the divine right, the time was right, if your spine is light. and the coil wraps right, up to the spiral tide, of the spinal slide, vibrate at a rate that raises, rotate in a pattern, like Saturn just spin, again and again, to fin-ish Popeye eating spin-ach, the pope of Greenwich, the possibilities are abound, not endless, but found by the profane, nor defined by the sane, yet described by the lunatic, prophesized by a Russian chick with a background in psychedelics, and a history filled with egyptian derelicts.. directly descended from. the priests of Babylon, the keeps of the saddest song, get it all in your sears catalog, the spring edition, the left wing didn't listen, to the right, nor vice...versa, the tersa...tattoo you with tetras, the vectras are visionary descriptions of time in a bottle, going full-throttle, this model, in modern times, the body whines, and pines for its coffin, do you come here often, the corpse says to the person, trying not to hurting his feelings, are the same as the peeling of the sarcophagus, the kneeling of the philosophers, the healing of the shamans. upstreaming of the salmons, Sal mon rush die, he's why..... something happened, nor worth rapping about, stay stout, stay strong. long er boats, they're coming to win us, they're coming to win us, hold on to that shore, retreat no more, their aim is the key to the door, they're the ones who put the heat to this floor. the ones who beat the poor, and helped the rich, their a fucking bitch. but not female, they're all she-male. and I'm the shepard,, deadly like leopard, but protector for the better, or for the worse, when does the curse end, when a person for certain isn't worth...eny...thing, better bring your your importance, in accordance, with the big pic, or get your wig split in two, who knew, the jew was of spiritual integrity, the depravity of society is highly seen and observed by the observers, the plan is to preserve us, but not in like a stasis, or on any earthly places, say your graces, to the gray skull, castles crumble thru eternity, the world burns you see, one ember at a time. remember to climb, it's time, and space, better know your place, and your proper vibrations, greetings and salutations to the saved and the fallen, to the flat and the ballen, spherical empirical, it's no miracle, that they miraculously, spectacularly, specified, who has died, but they forgot to mention those who lied, forgot about the ones who cried and requested cremation, demanded creation, and were handed damnation to distribute, and calamity to contribute, don't you dare dispute the dialect of the deities, or they'll give you diabetes, make you sign treaties, a mark of the beast are the eyes that are beady, like a verse from archimedes, that greedily teaches all the sages and their speeches, talk of ages and treaties. that's the treatment meant to constrict, and to conspire, thru the muck and the mire, yes the straits are certainly dire, expand or expire, take a slum and build an empire, from the fire to the earth, the burned are forsaken by the awakened and the unshakable, the unwakable tell fables falsely flagging the form, it's opposable, it's norm...AL, Norman, yes mother, you smother that girl in the shower, the tower means chaos, disaster must follow the fallen six feet underground, it's astounding how the pounding never weakens the dead, never leavens the bread, or brings the heavens to earth in our head, let the dead bury the dead, and the living be exhalted, the heavens have halted, and hells frozen over, it ain't even October, I'm straight and sober as a Saint, 1 thin I ain't is a hypocrite, it's simplistic shit that we never seem to deal with appropriately, instead with dope we hope to see things in a new light, this is a new fight, flight to the stars, in spite of it bring ours, we never layed claim, when the gods came to set us free, from our own body, we hardly see, what we've came to be, this holy sea, we call home, there's a reason we call a head a dome, we're headed home now, it's all just a Roman cow, the molten plow of a medieval farmer, suits of armor, dukes we garner, and dishes we garnish, metals we tarnish, with torment, we ferment, and forget the foggy notion of the soggy ocean, lotion appeals to the skin organ, we spin for gorgon, and win for yeoman, again it's snowmen, who melt the temple, pop the pimple, it sounds so simple, it's all mental, to be governed, we hover in space time, whatever you do don't waste time, cuz there's a fine line on our timeliness which tells of a tempest, tartarian temptress, barbarian mistress, a minstral In a gallery, Satan with a salary, a human is a battery, flattery will get you nowhere, the factory doesn't