your god is a bastardized god,
like clutching smoke,
you can't get full off crumbs brah,
as we run into night,
quite possible that not now but
soon all tptb will be like chickens
w their heads cut off,
fear of th coming end,
glad handing between all th different
accounts of intelligence ops won't
build a foundation, you can't clutch
th smoke of your ethereal beliefs
in mere words building your house,