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March of the pigs.

they step right up, march push crawl, right up on their knees… well doesn’t it make you feel better?… jesus the warlord of space/ time Here, he siphons the soul energy of others, absorbing and suckling to reconstitute himself into incarnation… a mutant warlord to overtake our collective consciousness with old school brutal fury, relying on that primal sense of vague intent just to rule and conquer, and killing off those whom will not convert themselves to this new world order soon… the fish bears the sinister dreams, a myth predisposed of a good-natured disguise to break the bits to compartmentalize the truth into sequences of controlled mob mentality, and create a populace in fear and panic… to stuff it up inside of our pants to make us feel the electrodes used to fry our primal urge to dust, kill the rebellion, and come away richer and more developed than the rest… the elite of the consensus suck bringing the void in through the whole in the cosmic rectum, sucking the shit out to give to those who cannot commit themselves truthfully, and then the sludge finally gives way to becoming the compost to make life better… used and plagiarized as the excuse for a mechanical god to rule by systemic infection, the proletariat portion without a care to rule themselves, but giving over all goods and services to the noxious powers-that-be only to realize that the world in which they live is created by their own hands… everyone wishes to be an authority for themselves, but with certain forces limiting the extent to which the information flows to us, taking the fiery flame of hate too far indeed… trying to fake out the outsiders by making them think that they want to be like the rest of the cannibal culture eating its young, taking the learning human brains to replace them with some tainted mythological tissue-washing procedure, and robotic forms a-droneing along with the banshee’s cries in the night… i am glad the rebellion keeps surging ahead, and maybe i will be one of those to reveal the real behind the glamor, one of the astute consciousnesses that are required for the bulk to move… the better destination is there somewhere… maybe the ideal rapture is a religious state of berserker mode that possesses the zealots under the jesus lizard sway, a reptilian beast training the others how to kill in his name, and the ghouls in his command turning into drool-dropping blood drinkers with zombified creature features… taking the ritual too far for a martyred impurity that the deity claims is unfit for human development, or i should say that it is the will of the “masters” of religious exploitation, making their disciples and devotees take arms against one another with the goal of population control at the top of the listed plans… the hidden agenda allows for the shadows to grow and move beyond the massive dark force that spawns this horizontal bandwidth of evil, the deviltry emanating from the anti-bulk of the beast as it drift through human ages, and those on a vertical plane leaving trails of their dead behind to feed the furnace of human souls… recycle, reduce, reuse…

Thanks, khet.