Thursday, November 1, 2018

Hell's Bells

In pieces I fall
To the Tundra far below me
To soak into the ancient soil
The re-kindling of my realms, both inner and surrounding
I spring forth from the ground,upright
My shiny buttocks fresh with vigor
Ready for a decent pounding
Taking in all of creation with no need for the barriers that tend to create singular suffocation
Teaching the lessons that I know to be true wisdom
Setting examples
Re-educating that beast that they call "society" as it tramps crudely over the living 
A blind fury
Everything twisted upside down because of that insistent little pain in the ass that sits in the back of our minds who never ceases to make us think that we are in a hurry
That ghost that lives in our heads that thinks its clairvoyant
Speaking fragmented truths that further rely upon the voice of their shadow
They all sit on the sidelines snacking on Cracker Jacks watching our race steadily declining as if its entertaining
Wasted time when the body remains idle
A clear gateway that lands us in puddles of impure idolatry
When the populace becomes shattered by egocentrics that are produced in mass proportions
The government that is the media that is reality
A convoluted, abstract tapestry that becomes a global veil that the upper echelon hides under, barking out dedications of blasphemy
Mother Nature, the root of all mortal sin
The mortality that bluntly escalated the punishment with its depth
Orchestrated by mindless puppets who sit around yanking their own foul strings
Tomorrow freedom rings the bells of what most consider to be taboo
The stroke of midnight  at every Watch Tower heard in one final moment
spent in the throngs of synchronicity
Now come all of the demons that fools have already enchanted
Wishes whispered upon the breath of chaos will, like all the others be eventually granted.,,...

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