The Cast of Distortion

 

distortion charms like a Sword, where Thanatos calls: did I not see the poppy and Dream-Stick gall wax beards of Lords and glow, on palms not aged, yet moist with balm of Sun’s last breath?

far from Home, did You dress alone in black and grave; in Shadows homage to White, till now you rise, Sloths Schizophrenic Ascender?

what is Love, that binds Divine, to Your Beast of Pain and Death; cult dressed up for fear of like manner, lost to Pulp Fiction?

Religion plays its Old Twins where Ascendancy Falls: did I not hear, You went back for Your Brother, on Winds of Change to free His hands, yet foul His blood, where mute Earth cries and Dogs wont lick Your Savage Bile?

“damn the Bread”, you say is Mine, the shame of Free and gorging Yeast, while yet You rule and starve, with froth and lie the poverty of Hate’s Psychopathic Defenders?

Whom did You set up, but the Father? First in the Lines of Your killing, lust found Crowned for the want of Bathsheba, torn from Uriah; Earth and its ore, its acrid and blast, the Promise that fares well with Your molten Hell, until Your flame rends His Skies, of Doves

how you played the Cool Hand, the Passive watch: Flush Cards poised, a familiar Play, till now you Deal, Deaths Optimistic Pretender?

what kind of Hope is a Cast of Distortion… sworn to Barabus, filling Tombs with the Living?’

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Concerning Afghanistan

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