…..The white bearded wise one spoke, about those conquered folks that keep running back and forth to the pope; saying they’re still not themselves but claiming to be woke, gesturing a finger to his temple, saying it was there where we choked. God damn, Forced RAM and programs insure we continue to fall, we get our checks and run straight to the mall, mentally we in a dog fight with a broke paw, in a world renowned serial killer’s basement, about to get cut up with a saw, if our American existence could fit into a year we’ve been here since the fall, lost connection with our original gods so we don’t know who to call, rerouted our spiritual wiring, so we look to the skies, and then that’s all.
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- Published: January 27th, 2025 12:07
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