The lunatics bang on the cellar door.
Their
head traumas
are audible to everyone.
Grey post-human individuals
with automatic hook-up devices,
Feeding
themselves super grown
metabolic mind teasers
that
sedate cautionary nervous impulses,
while breaking open the
disastrous attributes of free radicals.
Death
squads are out in force
having
little or no success
in keeping
our
insane delusions at bay.
News reports tell us
little more than passing
anecdotes while the mob christens
a new disciple.
They
were once angels
who wore prosthetic wings
until
they too got taken away.
Now they carry themselves
drunk,
speaking in languages that are only understood by ancient people
that were executed
by anti-pagan sentiments
in the days prior to our own
ascension.
The news clips pass with details of the coming Armageddon
in the guise of non-nuclear proliferation,
along with a number for tickets to the show.
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