They wanna give flesh to a demon, a being whose entire reason
for being is to cheat and decieve, such heathens,
punctured lung, can’t breath in, hyperventilate again,
false flag operation: need an enemy, choose them,
twist ‘em in a ruse, ignorant massive fools,
chemical trails, porous pollutants, torturing a database of youths
fluoride in the food, bedazzled by the jewels, left-eye; dead on arrival
as are the ashen colours, minced and collided; star-matter combining
sacrificial lambs to the slaughter, stone pagan altered at the altar.
holding osiris up at the podium, corroding love, in fact, absurd ad infinitum,
understand this is a fidais’ survival stratagem,
derived from a most abhorrent primeval
alliance, a diet of strict social compliance, shorn by teeth like pliers
blood of martyrs coursing these veins, macedonian kinship,
hierarchal claims wasted on misbegotten gains, think we’re all the same
checkerboard of destruction, seen it all take place, frame one, it’s a game.
They’re reviving unseen machinations - manifesting lately, maelstrom combinations,
alchemic pentagrams, dead babies, sorcerers symbols, god-damn proclamations
blasphemy maybe the latest trend, but while tricksters reticulate currency,
bending rulers to their whim, the architect sits atop a broken throne,
no country to call his own as yet, protocols long since met,
magnificent and ornate once upon a time, but wait,
now’s an impostor that holds no weight
this snake is a fake, fate has drawn him awake, though now,
here, on this plate, allow a humble artisan to slake thirst
of the worst kind, cursed with a benevolent task
to drive this hearse ‘til the hymns chime,
spoke in verse, that’s a divine sign, when it hurts
it’s a fine line, between fighting blithely and genocidal designs
dictators always think they have all the answers.
particularly potent meticulous theorists fashioning ridiculous fictious familiars.
capture and highlight our differences, all the while imbibing violence,
twenty four seven they tempt us with heaven, force us to face them
foster our hatreds, in case we just slay them,
laila illliah, mohammedah rasoo lillah,
sing in worship as they gaze, stupefied,
betrayed by their faith, who am i?
dogmatic ideology trapped, entombed, ruined by runes,
rife with idolatry, monetary sums; paltry platoons.
heretic heresy documented by terror states
mind-addled brain waves flash fire at stray braves
if you don’t know the truth and feel slightly confused,
probably how Pinnochio felt when his strings tore loose.
Not that little wooden doll thing, hexed with voodoo,
trip the light fantastic; it’s a journey star, you lose.
Great Scott, He’s got it, by jove that was quick
sleight-of-hand. feint left, strafe right.
No tricks up these sleeves, like those
monochromatic shadows split by eve’s bite.
In the garden one night, a serpent spake first,
They wanna bring the devil off the page, best way?
ancient occult mystic symbolism, all a long, every day.
Don’t believe me? Check beneath the stage-lights. Check your wage, like,
Check everything, from the birth certificate that displays,
your name, to the debt that keeps your existence enslaved.
Baphomet rages insanely, while inhumanely, they burn and bomb
Palestinian natives, crazy, right? They fight with sticks and stones.
Upon the dust of their brother’s blood and bones, still they settle their issues with steel,
bereft of their birthright, zion steals the land beneath their feet -
but because it’s not on your street carry on, ignore it, pretend that it’s all discreet
lie to yourself and your family - tell them we broke the peace.
One day it will be known the zionist regime was propagated by a country that appeared from thin air.
Because before 1948, israel was not here, there, or on any map, anywhere.
‘And what is their crime?’ wailed the screeching sirens, cutting the night air
‘Don’t blame them, it’s not their fault, they were taught not to care.’
the response drops as passer-by’s stare, unaware that they’re trapped,
souls shared exclusively - enshrouded in Pocket’s lair.
righteous indignation takes reign,
jason masquerade, fade out,
credits roll, it’s a day…
clocked out, time to displace this parade
caught it on tape; casey jones smashed Puck in the face.
come - kill me once more.
there’s 2.2 billion like me.
all breathing jihad from our core.
