Scars of the crucifix upon the cancerous tumours
of a violated world so it's said to thee let justice be delivered in full to the oppressors of nature and let us all rejoice as the living sheds its lambskins of dead sloughed-off popes and peasants to reassert
its ancient dominion on the clean slate of tomorrow's beach and let the thrice repeated numerals of six on six on six represent the spiral resolution of this reintegrated dawning of the new imperious age as we shed our snakeskins of false idolatry such as is represented
by the chronic myths of biblical deceptions and let us
refute the brain-washing mentality of the overt power systems already half-past crumbled for all to reclaim the joyous ecstasy of purity and recharge its ancient unending power to put forth our agenda vibrantly into
the superstructure of this eroding empire surrounding so that we might revel in the foundation of having survived the persecution of our enemies the children of god en espiritus luciferal ex espiritu daemonia en esprit du corpse y lux morte liberado and on the ninth day a nightmare erased
displaced by the worrisome tension built up in the highbrow rise of society's income unable to face the reflection in the feeding trough's glossy moving waters always depicting the shadow of a beast behind us looking over our shoulders for an instant before moving on away into the lengthening
stripes of day light disappearing into the night of wishes sown most bravely in the corn rows of sleep walking through the forest and being well aware of this acted out extended play on creationism seeding its own fires from the edges of its spreading mantle
a hem dress of sparks leaving smoke curling in drifting withered imprints slowly measured by one set of eyes just another manner for which the universe devises to look at itself arising in the forest of the geometric night a tidal wave called Domino his story
then must be for all to surf when most will build their homes upon the wave mistaking our voyage for the wind in our sails until they hang their sorrows out to dry and come to call this breathing when standing in the midst of home the whole world's reeling on its predestined course
stopped in a palm and dropped like a ball on a hot summer night the bolo about us a balance tied on to tune us in to synchronization with our situation just a plumb weight dusted off to achieve perfect pitch look in the mirror tar-baby and don't untie that rope rising up to the sky
from that stake over there and watch out for that guy in the shades these carnies will go to great lengths to insure the travelling show must go on through every neighborhood in the good green open wide wagon wheel of all that ain't wrong with Incorperatica.