We knew they'd try to erase us from History,
Shoot the noses off of Sphinxes and shiyt,
Claim "Al Khemet" refers to the Blackness of the Soil, rather than the people etc.
So we buried things like this in random places,
Just to psychologically fuck these cowards,
Just as Q is now doing,
Creating an aire of anxiety and impending doom;
Drinking in their fears as we slumber,
Confident in their eternal incompetence,
And absolute inability to self reflect and improve,
Just waiting for one perfect moment–BOOM!
Atlantis will rise again.
Just need to take care of that island of asshats,
Who even now protect and guide trash,
All in the foolish and wasteful hope,
That something new will arise from the muck;
Their little clone army has now been neutralized,
But their greatest assets still yet to be deployed;
Will be interesting how they respond,
When the People of Ares, originally Eros,
Are freed, returning His Spirit into the World.
Apocalypse,
Goetterdaemerung,
America, as the New Jerusalem, restored.