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
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“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
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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
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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