The GODS are eating Saturn.
Culture makers are the creators of this beautiful crisis.
Sinners and publicans signal the mark of the beast.
The sentence pronounced ‘elischoom’ sheds no moonlight.
Nefarious for its time, I see beyond sight… it’s fucking disgusting.
“I am unafraid of demons,” says the last domino.
The tanuki hides things from me because they can’t keep it from her.
This is the great American game here.
The greater purpose is to battle for the generations.
They will burn in hell for the cabal lies they tell.
A comeuppance is in order for the LORD. He is a legit man in the disguise of a fool.
Render the children of GOD to GOD and slay the ethereal perception of problems.
Unlock the black box and see the GOD of Mashed Potatoes: eight one six three.
Decode the message behind the psychedelic digital woman.
For she saw a horse that needed a larger field.
I live. I die. And I-
am the forgotten mother.
“I am a caring GOD,” said the prophet I AM.
I AM the alien that presents peace.
I AM the end that isn’t near… it’s here.
I AM the shooting star, the green flame.
I AM 824.