Would your god chase the wind ambushing the little that is diminishing, inciting the trajectory of missiles into the sea, for the sake of the wellbeing of some incredibly selfish superstitious semitic tribal fantasy?
In the middle of nowhere. On the the brink of the usual world calamity, stirring. Desperately tearing at the seams of it all: the material numeration in the action of presumed atoms, holding desperately on and on to a broken barren and impoverished useless land?
All this to pray to a demon god, who would destroy all the vegetal wealth of richer patrimonies elsewhere?
That devious and pernicious extraterrestrial, who hiding in the Mesopotamian scenery, controls the fate of what he can't have like Samson, and bring down toppling eventually, with his secret weapons, the world's pillars?
Harbinging the Big cave-in? After having finally succeeded, in brainwashing the earth's multitude of what were once free and praiseworthy men?
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Bowing down to visceral astral things, which to start with, were fabricated by a lost soul's misused vitality, in a place, where neither eagles nor normal birds would ever fly. For fear of endangering their precious species?
That so in some desert land, near the beach we could go sun bathing? Drinking cocas and eating kosher?
Invoking to some extant, when in afternoon's boredom, multiple prayers to stay awake, underneath chemtrailed skies, in urban metal dormition, the god of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob?
Then afterwards, only to look up and see in the heavens over yonder, coagulating demons, come from another density?
Thought forms parading in ambulation, between cell towers over a mid-eastern iron-dome?
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| Coagulating thought form feeding on chemtrails. |
