Of course our demise,
would come to us,
riding on the back of an ass
in the imitation of the real,
within a twisted fool of a Christ-figure
a Buffoon,
full of bluster,
because he is an empty suit.
Its Monday and the Truth leaks out,
from the purveyor of gross lies,
and bloody misdeeds,
fully self-assured of their own
glorious righteousness.
After all,
The Demiurge’s Children
selected,
from among the dregs,
of the pathetic
goy,
the Judeo-Christian rubes,
writhing in horror,
as their children,
anihilated,
bodies baking,
in the brightest sun,
all for falsehood,
propaganda
and a pack of lies.
O sleepers awake,
your dreams are constructs,
of evil minds,
leading you,
swiftly,
arduously,
to your own self-inflicted
destruction.
To the Graveyard of Empires,
is where vanity is leading,
with a distorted mirror,
that changed our beauty,
our shining countenance,
into a disfigured
and putrid
ugliness.
Oh how easily
death comes,
for the deceived,
for the ones,
abandoning
true spirituality
for a pack
of lies.
All hope I once had,
of a peaceful ending,
slashed and burnded,
by an evil spawn,
putrid and vile,
that has taken control,
and an egregore built by evil minds,
a propaganda of hate,
a strawman brought to life,
set up to engulf the shining ones,
turning their glory into blackness,
as we do the will
of evil incarnate,
the most evil nation
Now controls our own.
Oh America,
what have you become,
can nobody see,
I weep in sadness,
as you take on the counternance,
of something other,
than the glorious
shining city
on a hill,
illuminated by
the true God.
The God that loves,
the God weeping even now,
for dead Palestinian Mothers
and their children,
dead Christian’s
at their hands
in Lebanon,
have you not heard?
Where is your outrage?
Slaughter,
fully wrought,
in pathetic ignorance,
of a people,
once shining and bright,
who were led astray,
and willing went,
following the calling
screams of demons
and their human
enablers.
The time has come
and it has long been predicted,
of Babylon the Great,
that it must come tumbling
and rumbling
into a heap
as the world flees
and weeps
as the system dies,
and weeping is heard,
among those
who once used us,
like the whore we are.
Why do I have to speak?
Where are the fucking prophets,
all deluded,
caught in the miasma
of falseness
and unbridled greed.
How much did Kushner,
that punch-able face,
make in stocks
today?
Father, Mother, Shining Ones,
save us from our own selves
I pray.
in mercy,
come,
and cut them off
at the knees!
Yet I know,
deep in my soul
lit by you,
that War is coming,
for your children,
all because
you loved the illusion
of material things
over the power
and presence
of the living God.