Alchemisland

I’ll start off on a queer note, whole thing is a set up

Michael Aquino and the Temple of Set

Masonic gestures on the temple steps

As I read, a sickly, cold feeling crept

Up my spine and left a dread I can’t shake

I can scarcely rhyme, these are troubled, troubled times

Beneath the rubble, icing of lime, or reduced to ashes in enormous pyres

Empires fall and empires rise

Choose one of a hundred million lies

Piles of redacted files, those which survived the fires

Naming names, famous, beloved pedophiles

Gangsters, assassins, politicians, hiding plain sight

Donkeys and lions, who three eyed, leads the blind in triumph?

Kids getting felt up as part of Project Delta

Rough but you have to keep reading

Slow breathing, fighting back tears

If you want to throw molotovs at toffs

These revelations will give you your reasons

Capitulating to the deepness and darkness, a world in prone obeisance

Appeasement before the beast and his legions

Full toothed he smiles

What he knows and what he says a stark divide

Teasing, dreaming along in easy dreams

While the sordid reaving occurs

Our leaders curs, bloodthirsty heathens

One injection and the vision blurs

A vast, intemperate machine whirring

A million versions to leave you lost, paralysed, no more stirring

You must watch this destiny unfold, this is your end; you’ve earnt it

The pertinent files burnt, all the useful things you’ll never learn

Drowned before heads could be turned

Suicide by triple gunshot to the head

Or concrete boots, or injected lead

Not guilty not guilty they plead!

Gruesome, macabre scenes, hands stained red forever

Snuff reels bled like a Virgin Mary statue would never

Thought you were clever with your jpegs and FOIA letters

Didn’t step you ending up in fetters

Or having child porn planted for your endeavours

Reddit’s a psy op, Google hides the truth

Fly a flag too high, they’ll send out John Wilkes Booth

If you learnt too much about the project

I don’t have high hopes for your prospects

Likely your neck’s next and there’s nothing to protect you

They’ll go high tech

Psychotronic weapons to burrow inside your head, injectable Parkinson’s

You’ll shake until your dead, voices of controllers, poisons sent remotely

Chips in molars, implants in shoulders

Blame black mould growing in your bathroom

Rabbit holes and secret walls to backrooms

You’ve gone far through

But you need to get further, you’re gonna get your due

Forget people pedalling stories about arch Jews and business news

It’s something crueller and more crude that’s the crippling truth

Sheer volume of names

Sense of an alien invasion

Without ever leaving this place

Without involving any element of outer space

Humankind has a hidden face

More than half the race pederastic apes

Perhaps it has always been so, since the stone age

Time slow, and the dawning slow

You trudge slowly slowly, as if through deepening snow

Up to the eyries, down into the world’s throat

To wrestling core and spazzing throes

Knowing the darkness one heart can hold

The weight of what you hold, the weight of what you know

The truth is worth waiting for, worth saving

Worth an idolweight in gold

A confusing mass of dead ends

Controlled views, ersatz news

Fascists bold and maskless, given no reason for pause

Parade nude across throne rooms to raucous applause.