one mississippi
...a bitter star is falling down...
two mississippi
...I argued with the devil and i won...
three mississippi
...and when trees don't anymore
let the violins speak to me...
kaboom!
familiarity with falsehood
is not a stairway to heaven
your head may look as fine as gold
but your feet are made of clay
nothing but dust
under the power of the Rock
that fills the earth
how will you not fall?
you are but a murder of crows
meticulously glued into a grandiose idol
by the promise of fame
within the will-less bundles of muscles
in the network of shame
blinded by the unpromised luxury heights
inflamed
by the gluey years of resentment of rejected lovers
beggars of love, however misunderstood
and their idols of age defiance and lust
downgraded
by the glowing rectangles
with their images of envy
betrayed
by the happily hand-clapping crowds
of fake jesuses and fake madonnas
by neurotic parents of monkeys
evolving into crafty profit makers
always in service of
the most worshipped god of sex
who so loves children
and so hates innocence
what kind of seat you think you sat on
in your imagination,
the highest glory of rotting meat?
howl! the unholy crowd of social lava
for you profane everything sacred
with diabolical flair and charisma
how easily a crowd becomes
roaring of the devil
up to the black light of legal technicalities,
semantic vices of twisted minds
there and no higher
what kind of seat you think you sat on
in your imagination,
the highest glory of rotting meat?
// if they could utter any words of truth, they would say:
"we wanted to cover ourselves up
but this eden of ours is all out of fig leaves
we killed the fig trees
so we use scapegoats instead" //
howl! the unholy crowd of entitled-to-fun-whatnots
for the Revealing Rain is coming
and the Wrath of Truth in the mighty Storm
though the skies are always clear for the pure hearts
those remaining innocent in spite of
your hatchets of curses
violence of blind condemnations
your hail of blackmail
and downpour of slander
howl, oh thou shining one
everyone’s friendly, charming, gender-liquid
son (or daughter?) of perdition
for the army of 144 thousand of
the Eunuchs for The Kingdom
carries on the Harvest as it's carried on
and the veil of deception is fallen is fallen
and the true Light reigns
always
