All Give Praise...
The mirror maps it all out...there is a grid...there are towers like Genesis Gemini...there is a pulpit...there is a faux hawk....there is bethesda...there is the castle clinton....there is Epstein...there is Oxford...there is a coat of arms...there is a camera....there is a stage...there are the people....here is the steeple...and among the synthetics...shiny, happy, people...a rock spinning around fire...and motioning among matter in-motion, alive...figurines figuring it all out...the have a language insofar, and yet they have a language, oh my!
Played metal for more than a decade...played for decades...if there were one last project, it would be like this...Skillz...it's this matter, it seems cool at first, and then when the plaster of a smiling face surrounds you, the world is understood...it's a nice-nothing fuckery looking the part and setting fire to those who have the skill...evil as hell and yet a morsel gets through among the ass-antics of a hearsay demonry hell dolled up as angels, wings and glue included upon steeple creeple membership...just join and place her into the cross hairs...she buys wine, narrate her as a drunk...she engages in relation to a meeting of the mind, from the halls of higher learning and beyond...put her in a room of yellow wallpaper, call it word games and superman play....why develop a rigor of process, when you can polish your pucker with cheesus and fast track your evil ass into an angelic role in the mirror, brought to you by rich bitch juice on parade, giving 2 fucks and yet among the glint of reflection, all fucks in the entire universe...to the universal and utopic and beyond....Let us prey...At least some personalities found each other and even a way to get out of this play...many of similar design, among the halls of this bullshit angelic hell.....
On a rock spinning around fire...an existence before a language, and yet the plastered smile upon a face has the answer among gossip for this one of a design that isn't mere gossip...evil as hell but all will praise the 2 faced horseshit as upright...welcome to this earthly hell...When you achieved being an angel on earth...I wonder what that acutally means...can we even attempt to connect the dots...of course not...with all that dough, it's simply nuts to consider otherwise...full-circle, holier than the pistol gripper meeting jack the ripper...live it up on the none shall pass...sandbox saint...living a good life without question and yet there indeed would be serious questions...but it takes an actual effort of give a damn to even get started...be bleh...among 2 faced saints smiling, living it up in the easiest way possible...smiling big and yet to even trace that play among totalitarian regime...to be this in the United States...a fuck of on the rise....when your fucked and you can't even follow the fuck of your fuckery...It's not judgement, it's simply being astounded...this fine hour among even the classist assholes living it up and beyond who fucked off in a similar way and yet the way it all looks...but when the cosmetics of nothing are on your side...upon the water glinting among visual glory....mirror understanding...despite the undercurrent...there will be no cost, one will be assured...it's that repeat...this is your time...nothing brewing...even it matters were, you are in control, entirely...it's always been that way as the chaos and hell ensue...I wonder what's happening here. A generation of the given time prefers to narrate all, and yet, there will never be such a measure of control, as those unwilling to pretend entering the stage take note...among our smiling angels, living it up in the mirror as real, and yet there is nothing real to such an embrace...sycophants in hand, they eventually pass on and one is simply among their pile of dirt astounded as well...it was a fiery dance...alive at once, now ashes and death plastered across an existence that couldn't be even if it is determined to look alive. I follow where this would be in relation to me if I had simply gone along to get along...it's that one path of ironic life, as a dead scene looking alive...It's a hell among a heavenly body that is entirely full of shit...some of whom, look around and remain curious as to why such smiling faces never give in to what they've been thinking, as they all goosestep straight toward that tower in the sky, that stairway, straight into a bug light...ZAP! All give praise to the Electric Messiah, burning down the house, ashes to ashes, sand to box! Enjoy swiss cheese...White light holy, say cheese...take a picture...I wonder what this all could be...and yet, so safe and sound...Good for you...
And not on the bullshit existence that is American Radio by the numbers...North Korea is the new gospel for the red white and Bleu...
