Re: An Open Declaration of Full Aeonic Christian Warfare
Spin me 'till i'm clean & dry
My brain don't stop spinning
And i won't know why.
Spin the wheels that stop on a rhyme
Don't stop to think or you're out of time.
They spin wrong
To feel like right
And cloak the day
To look like night.
Spint the globe a cocoon of lies
'Till we all become twisted butterflys.
And so it is that the BEAST will seem like a savior because we will need emergence from the trauma and fear that the secret architects of DOOM created.