...from atop of all disaster, in an astral corps
I flew in front of blind eyes not seen, even by a child!
Has the Maker of all things living forgotten his beloved? Does he even think on the sadness of those lost in the sands & dirt of Kurdistan? Does it matter? Or does the devil, does he possesses all wealth & doom & gleam, here & there amongst the deplorable abominations that have deformed the human visage, masquerading underneath the carnal sheathes of all the 4 races that make the multitude of mankind, this forlorn world?
Buried in an abyss of oblivion. Wearing masks perhaps just to show how stupid a deteriorated species of a man can become! Drinking in thru one's own narrow nostrils the filth one can breathe in when breathing out? Madmen in Bedlam effeminate. Dangerous perverted imbeciles vaxxed to the limit of losing their soul. If ever soul they possessed!
In another life long before this one, I was once an evil Assassin. A friend of those evil Knights Templars. A protector from the spiritual realm, protecting pilgrims, killing only the ruling class of that period in time who were corrupt & did indeed necessarily fear Death. Betraying only those who betray the truly humble & poor. Not those by welfare assisted, who now persist as parasites on the back of a social corpse decaying!!
