Alchemisland

Slop they’re serving you turns swerving to an OSS psyop

When they’re telling you that Roswell was real

Religious zeal for the spiel of Elizondo Luis 

No such thing as former CIA, capisce?

Caprice, seeking to profit off Latin America’s loss

Barbaric practices, governments deposed

Men in ritual robes decoding what’s scrawled up the stones

War’s cathedrals like a dream of peopled Mars

Steeples raised to dreamnamed Gods, scars

Marking ancient nuclear catastrophes

Atrophied alien bodies probed for forbidden knowledge

Our bodies change, mutated offspring made hostages

Bondage, chained to the Mars mission

Earth return impossible, a clear picture

Of strange drug addictions developing in a fearful populace

The leaders would be populists, scapegoats fronting lobbyists

All the real rebels were not let leave, the dissenters mere hobbyists

Controlled opposition taking an ordered stance against the issues

Always in position to provide a distraction, some imposition

Some impetus for dismissal, silenced before he blew the whistle

If you speak out, if you shout loud, your mouth against the crowd

If you risk pride and station to defy, denounce, decry, you are not allowed

To leave, in truth you are not free

You are in their custody, you will watch them leave

In screeching spaceships, bound for Mars colonies

You will be left debris once Earth is sucked clean

They will pump the rivers full of toxins, soiling Eden

They will say they are not our keepers, toss us keys

And never look back, even to see, how the deceived

Looked in their disbelief, in their utter desperation

Brother killing brother, nation against nation

Most of NATO’s big movers are gone

Perchance become Mars’ first Sargon

We shall not operate for the sickness is too far gone

We cannot cooperate, like we never heard the Son

In suboptimal conditions the offspring are born with issues

Spines fused, lungs and guts unusable by any human

Like things born from abuse, abhorrent forms

Those who are not stillborn are poisoned by fumes, riven by worms

Driven to war by need and thirst, for greed, or zeal’s lust

In the rusted hulks of former hotels, casting protection spells

By the sensuous light of earwax candles, darkness fell

Like an unsteady elder hurrying to the telly, and never left.