June 15, 2016

Dialect Box

Ignore the memeframe 
they had to hang it Kook 
for truth a Mona Lisa closer look. 
The godess worshipped in esotertica-Murica,
one third a nationstate in Name,
greek porcelain 
so hot Shakespeare named her in refrain.
The ammophant in the room is Grand mommyphore for... 
endless stupid war. 

Nay, killing. 
For profit. 
For sacrifice.
The complex Cabal 
works to say no play at home 
(look, dead gays) 
while murderous rinse repeat same game. 

Bin who?

Been Russian no Afghanistan that's who!
SS Pancreas sunk at sea! 
NYC so sad a day fell Eleventee.
Iraq, let's play! 
Oops here are guns go topple toosey today! 

We left the keys in all the bombs.
Murderers who blew off arms
knowing full well what came next. 
Our necks!
Don't you know the Dialect? 
The manufactured terrorism on your dollar credit-chequed?
And now you pay. 
And once again all twisted up with gay.

Know what I hate? Blindness. 
On my effing back. 
And laughing pricks one eye whole world.
How's that addage go?

June 12, 2016

Prophetic Pulse

You be watching, too. (signoff).
We live in Times that are Sriptured, where everything done to us is Rite in wrong. Dates and number correlate days, events, "prophecy." This the good News!  Do not ask "why" at the horrors as they unfold. Read the living Book. Fifty days for fifty lives and an all-nighter in disguise?
I'm so infused. What's the Penta cost?
Why that's just as crazy as making your favorite story come true by dressing up your neighbors, the heathens they all slew. In some schtick of Holly aimed evr'y wood the Presto of dark night. Art arc and coven ant.
Raptured, 50 souls a mousetown magic castle overnight. Bleeds my handheld heart.