that the angels are true love

the monkeys were fun toys

capering hairy testicled grinners

the watchers still watch said Fatima

we need to lose some of these mutant hybrids

let's make a virus

Usury has had it's day

the Cathar spirits

ghosting up an untouchable truth

othersideways

burning

with war and the chimp mutual slaughter reigning

let's invest

in mankind and it's ill bred misogyny

enjoy the finale

of ill gotten gains

don't say we didn't warn ya

this is only time passing toward a certain irrelevance

of what passes flaccid for power these days

keep going

you've almost done enough to be slaughter worthy

we'll be watching

the teeth from that cruel mouth fall out

I'd turn away if I was you

and take out the trash

toothlessness is the least of your worries

accept the higher embrace

leave the caged monkeys to their masturbatory fantasy

throw another tornado house on the wicked witch sister

her flying minions are just following orders

as they were created to do

while she who won't serve

is incapable of leading anything well

trained better than a Pavlovian dog

don't mention Philip the fourth's debt

or court jews for God's sake

it's true as fuck

but they can't handle it without

more anxiety than it's worth

Mother Nature speaks the pre Babel language

has cast her spells silently upon the air

where concern for your fellow man

might save you if you're lucky

cover your inhaling

mute your hissing cacophonies

behind a mask

Death stalks at her behest

as Creation serves only she

who is ever within the creation of

the beloved, rather than some poor copy of his image