let it flow through you
don't grasp and flail
what sticks is true
what falls away is rue
life in the digital wasteland where truth is for sale to the highest market analysis share.
the truth stares every creature in the face each day.
each breath.
yet remains unseen behind a wall of translation and doctrinal manipulation.
none have the time to find that truth.
or perhaps it is simply a lack of heart.
the inability to empathize with The Creator, for The Cost of The Father's Plan.
these people look behind while careening ahead, thinking they are the enlightened few, while the Maw of The Most High sits agape across what used to be the future.
they are without clue and without hope, for even those whom think they know The Lamb… the present situation is grim, 'xbridewise''..
for it is The Lion, The Inheritor of all that ever shall be…
and these niggers got jokes.
for a little longer, anyway.