This is the Gospel According to Baal We’re gonna unveil from the old Reichs to new types pscyho-historical re-living Scorched Earth Strategy precision coupled w/. beast vision always taking applications looking for minions seeking those wide awake like Finnegan ready to win again cause In the end he’s Anything but a reluctant kingpin We got 1000 names with conflicting games don’t say no names siphon your Saturn blood with skeleton keys all separated by six degrees His Red right hand is covered in razorblade rashes that gives you vertigo pause and hot flashes and smashes the eyelashes a parallel universe Mother Teresa Machine it runs the den of hedonistic culling my coups are silent linguistically my means are violent weapons come in flokati rugs cigarettes and living room sets and Turns your Neverland to terrors your pipedreams bring like it was straight out of a frame from Needful Things wizard language hits the skull cold knocks all good fellas go home and Get your fucking shine box Materialist imperialists don’t get heuristics carried torches of the mystics controlling the dipshits and fuck if all the kids are illiterate I run the churches in the wild and the temples in the east plan’s near complete to render these fucking roaches obsolete Thus The meek shall inherit the dirt The elite their worth We’re the darkest fucking pope on the face of the earth --- “Au revoir” with wrecking bars and spar who aren’t oblates odd mates, apostates intelligent beyond fate creeping through your body like they’re feeling for your prostate watch the operation While we cripple, slit and ripple cult bitch omits the fickle what we scribble ain’t words; we speak like Sibyl. we’re just covering bases so take your places this is only a sub zero level warlock position of the Stargate energy resource capital division it’s a foundation to trust like Trismegistus, they missed us so don’t take sides motherfucka collect interest Exploding elastic plastic re-devolution no time for absolution Your family won’t support it scoff off and sell you short but we’ll see who courts when we extort and all is sorted to be aborted speak free to the devious we’re seeking the obsequious I’m bleeding out non-obedience and trust me it’s expedient --- I headed west and got my best dress and confess that the test was a bit harder than usual since the hypnogogic practicum is sine qua non Just when you think you got the answers they start switching out the scantrons a Joe Meek Prophecy Wolfman Philosophy and a Strangelove postulate that makes Mighty Mouse fly first class straight to Ubermensch and keeps the static a cinch don’t lose your tact and don’t confuse ‘em with facts. and where they once belonged it’s time to get back this is a 13 prong attack but take time to acknowledge the post modern valedictorians of the invisible college did they think they were more enlightened than lite brite.most so but the doors got plowed down cause they were drunk driven through by Cutty Sargosso and some people still don’t realize why its the Starship Enterprise due south baptized in the attic and measured by the mathematics raining the last ashes of the burning man fucking with your attention span and it’s hurting man so we’re deserting then with some purchasing --- My mailed veiled Screwtape letter sails makes the Orinoco flow and the Seal of Orichalcos knows that the pharoahs in death throes now the ten priests have a face that they have to replace didn’t want big brother we wified him to the fat ass waist to sit down, get crown Watch the parallel throne behind the ground it’s 33,000 pounds and blasting so much demonology you’d spaz at So much scat I’m talking HAZMAT and I ain’t speaking Nasdat such that, The Creator is a Bratchny let me in his broken home Says he doesn’t do the drugs but sure enjoys the drenchrome the Stones of Erasmus an infinite fantasmus LSD Galaxian spacestations with digital hashish hooked on plunder phonics it’s the new age bionic fuck it plague take a page from the omega tetra gramma hexa dron prisms to prisons to spacey panopticons they guard the black mastadons and then we pass it on (silence, BANG) 22nd century schizomans demand to be a microscopic cog in the catastrophic plan that is to Try to escape to profane that is the leeches of the food chain Get the propane and blow them back to the slime from whence they came Build Bombs Like Kaczynski Go murder all the lifeguards at the sea of iniquity anti-Amistad misery

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