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look out behind you, it’s an apocalypse!
aimed for your spinal, it’s about to hit!
and like the spiral of the nautilus
your knowledge, bliss and confidence
will unlock in a logarithmic twist
all the dishonest sh-t you were bombarded with
will get cropped and clipped out of your cognizence
finding providence in the prominence
of promises of common sense
as the comet hits your incompetence
like a bomb and splits it into omniscience
the fall of religions, no walls of divisions
i call on the wisdom, install a small bridge
for the cherubim and the seraphim
to take care within the two cerebrum
never scared, i dared to become aware of them

look out behind you, it’s an asteroid!
run faster, boy, that’s not a flashy toy!
it’s gonna blast the soil, cause gr-ss to spoil
the impact will boil the whole planet’s oil
entrap the goyim into a trapezoid of magnetic poison
retracting joy, i know the master ploy
is to wax and mold us to an android
i’m not paranoid, i’m just aware of freud
and the seed of his sister, that old evil sinister
mister bernays with his nlp whispers
to the journees and the hitlers
laying firm eggs of little wolf blitzers
the rich get richer like it’s witchcraft
mixed with a bit of doomy scripture
consume the elixir
fixed on moving pictures
total forfeiture to the truth harbingers

i’m coming up out my sh-ll
hummin around this h-ll
somethin about the smell
of the crumbling of my self
got me bound up in a spell
crowded in a cell
apoptosis sounding swell
may not have noticed how i melded
all that gnosis to my ves-sel
twenty-four cycles around the sun
had made me spiteful
of this life and i was done
insightful was the sum
of all the light that filled my lungs
the pills and drugs were nice
but nothing like the will of love
i’d k!ll to chill above
this icy f-cked up hill i trudge…
termination of my impatience
the bravest way to face the greatest threat
to my insatiate quest
was to lay to rest the waste
entrenching everything i may expect
and take the blessings, pay respect
to this game of ascending through the grace of tiferet

there, i see the mushroom cloud
and f-ck it’s loud, that crushing sound
my trust is now enshrouded by dust…
there, i see the devastation
all seven nations attempt to save one
desperation for preservation….

look out behind you, it’s an armageddon!
you know the karma’s heading
toward you hard, i’m guessing
it’s all part of a test
and the smarter you’s destined
to impart a new lesson
be charmed by the truth
question with the heart of a youth
invest in a garden of fruit
for when you’re starving for nutes
amidst the carpet of nukes
or like a martian you’re screwed
radiocarbon pollutes
now you gotta transm-te it to a positive planet
deposit dynamic and cosmic shamanic
ritualistic mechanics
pickpocket the panic and get off like a bandit
while chaotic volcanic activity is expanded
foundations of granite, aggradation withstanding
acid rain, inorganic, landscapes up-and-vanished
not the way i had planned it
confabulation can’t damage
all the nations i manage
i’m the king of my planet!

look out behind you, it’s the end of the world!
and it’s looking to bite you
with some venom and swirl
around your head as you beg
for the hurt to revert
to a healthy endurable status
usurp all the stealthy covert
1930s research that the wealthy reworked
steering m-sses with words
fear the -sses not t-rds
elitist cl-ss be the worse
tresp-ssing our turf
i need to cast them from earth!

look out up ahead, it’s a brand new beginning!
a new world order
to keep you in orbit while spinning
above the corporate buildings
and extortionate pigeons
no more politickin’ or discordian trickin’
export all the wicked exorbitant isms
from the core of religions
and absorb all the wisdom
wage war on the prisons
who report to malicious
vicious scores of militants
while resisting allegiance
to the greediest of heathens
seekin’ to weaken the cretans
and keep ’em from eden
and beat ’em
impede ’em from leavin’ their tetrahedron of treason
i don’t need all of these men
delete all of their strings
then adhesion to reason keeps me clean
from the devious antecedence
previously repeated in sequences
that reach all my deepest of demons
incoherently speaking between screams of
“i can’t deal with this!”
“i can’t deal with this!”
“i can’t deal with this!”
“i can’t deal with thiiiiiiiis!”

- hipgnostic

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