“God against man. Man against God. Man against nature. Nature against man. Nature against God. God against nature. Very funny religion!”
A multitude of boons my HEART/SOUL is singing to you in the fullness of Spring’s Arrival! Sewn into the soles of my wandering soul is an ENSO of conflagration. Within this wedding ring of our INHERENT sacredness is a possibility of Self-liberation. Which is why I must sing-say, with a sorrow scimitar-kissed, what only a brother, father, and son must say. I beseech you to lend an ear and heart to an agony of a melody 2000 years in the raping.
I say unto you who have clothed yourself in the straitjackets of myrmidonic COLONIZERS-SHAME! SHAME on you for kneeling, not in reverencie for what’s Midas-blessed and emerald as leaves, but in SUBMISSION to the Janus gods of conquerors. Your prostrate your self-sedition in the churches and markets built atop of AND with the bones of CHILDREN.
SHAME, SHAME on your allowance of a possession by a double-headed dragon pinioned to a cross-roads; a demon which has led us into a desert of capitulation and conformity. Your prayers to your overseers is not, in fact, a new life bathed in the blood of chattel. No, you have chosen the Way of a 2nd, calculated death. With Charon have you spent your lives as a few pences for lottery tickets & picket fences. Behind these fences you hide from the clatter and banging of poltergeists screaming “I CAN’T BREATHE. This state-sanctioned suffocation is caused by an ignorant, lost people. Fellow human beings who,in worship of a collective greed, chose betrayal of the Great Mother. GAIA IS PISSED and her corona is RETRIBUTION! Observe our Gaia-born treasure aflame, drowned, or dessicated by those who stole from themselves, us, and the Holy.
In the anguish of their ignorance; they shout from a white bungalow the belief that they are as an Orkin man paid to exterminate our forebears & living relatives for profits and prophets more false than the monopsonies you FOOLISHLY engage with. Open your ears stuffed with the cotton we picked for THEIR comfort; rinse your mouths of azúcar we cut down for THEIR sips of privilege. Quench yourselves in the coolness of a draught baptizing your aché; washing away the grave dirt of Malevolently confused machine-minded maniacs HEAVEN BENT on forcing Mama Gaia into a grave of 0’s and 1’s.
SHAME, SHAME on your DANCING for idols they chained US to. “DANCE BITCH, DANCE NIGGER, DANCE SPIC, DANCE PAGAN, DANCE INJUN- DANCE! And we dance regardless; for that is how SPACETIME arriving as generational trauma unfolds.
In our ECOLOGICAL GRIEF, they continuously macerate our lacerations in the STRANGULATION of moment to moment! Day by dying day; their thievery of the gold of our collective souls, disfigured with repackaging, is then resold to US stuffed with preservatives and MK-ULTRA level cocktails of mind-murder. SHAME, SHAME on you for willingly opening your anuses to ASSHOLES!
SHAME, SHAME on your painting the streets with graffiti and glyphs, not of OUR own Creation, but instead with pallets of phallic cancers metastasizing in their malignant minds while our heart-temples groan and burn as Rome. Who is that molesting the strings of a violin while we dance at the pyre? SHAME, SHAME on you for crucifying the firefighters who are your SISTERS and BROTHERS!
Nonetheless-WE ARE COME; and our kingdom is the shade beneath the Tree of Life! I implore you, RUN from La Plantación! Your fear at my rags, oiled as kinky hair, and at my napalm, noosed in intent, is MISPLACED! These hands, thrice crimson, carry only keys and medicines of LIBERATION! ¡ACHÉ! Therefore- SHAME, SHAME, SHAME for filling the mouths of OUR graves with the concrete of cowardly, faux-amnesia! We are the ORIGINAL, and it is HIGH TIME to tithe Mamá Gaia and RECLAIM our birthright as monarchs ventured by the Venture ITSELF.
In conclusion, your cries of “I CAN’T BREATHE” are HEARD by a heart who wanders outside and alongside my fellow HUMAN BEINGS. Today, RIGHT NOW, you are privileged in the rhythm of your MindBodies with the ability of absolving yourselves of LYING to yourselves. SHAME, SHAME, SHAME for ALLYING yourselves to a phallus pretending to be Yggdrasil. I have seen, with eyes half-blinded, what the Divinity of our collective VICTORY ALREADY is in its SUCHNESS! NOW is the TIME to mind the rhyme resounding through our hearts and SPINES to COME HOME! COME HOME TO US-the ORIGINAL! To paraphrase Christopher Titus: “Get of your Cross, build a bridge, and GET THE FUCK OVER IT!” ¡Aché!
Yours upon the Way,
An Unknown Kraftsman