shit i think i might be in a cult

 being sovereign is more complicated than one could imagine having

     branches and trunk unbreached              by bonkers banked in bearings   

turning eyes closed at every look

                   being saved isn't what they've told you it is. 

cattle a kettle whistling into ill measured metals casting nothing and expecting

bounty. there is no sin when one casts unwanted furies into a undecanted

    collectively casted colander  

                       everyone is doing it and it gets you 

The hall pass forever

                     Sodem was also filled with sex Hungary cadavers licking their lips over the prospect of 

cumming                  its my right to get my dick sucked they cried

     And        being Sovereign is more complicated that on could imagine 

I tried to argue away form their voices 

I tried to right and noble them to stop 

I tried to prison their evils 

and yet

                              their lie and cum and blood soaked vail covered them all in 

Sanctuary       its about me not you he said as she prayed that I would want to

Deserve has no consequence      when cattle a kettle whistling into an ill measured metal 

that knows nothing of the stone

                                        their crucibles crumbling leaking everywhere 

                 but its ok as long as you keep the faith 

when no one lies  no one sees a rooted bastilles breading only tents ungrounded blowing in the wind

                                               not argument but dark magic is leaned on 

the hoard screeching clawing towards belief like a wide opened brainless cuck    clinging to the moment

      with hole-y words thinking that winning the moment for their master will win them the 

eternal ascension they so crave            

                          I could say that i also lie to save my soul 

but then i would be lying and wouldn't then expect ascension as easy as the country town buffet

      laid in front of me feasting on whoever will believe my lies

                                                        they will have to pay me for the gift of taking them in my jaws 

three no Seven no twelve          plates deep

                      it is my right to feast 

And being Sovereign is more complicated then one could imagine

                                                                    take the rights from the demiurge and believe 

what they have told you as your soul is yours and will be lifted

  After all why would they lie to you 

                                    there is no such thing as lying     only what you want 

 

bullion cubes can be won right now

I thought We were keeping him here he said 

We will be there to pick up the pieces he said

It's my right to get my dick sucked he said

          I'd say eat my pussy bitch

But the blood, cum and lie drenched vail kept his dick clean.

Bombarded

Bombarded with conversation

Bombarded on again 

Bombarded in the blink of an eye

Bombarded from the amount of offering a sandwich to me but it contains a continuous to kill it countryman.

 A kind of hate

     it reaches to the next of light and questions light it'self 

                                    to you, charging generations to the way they've found 

                   

                       and killing off anything else

Bombarded aft the light of remedial slumber

Bombarded less awake at night 

Bombarded reaching for the shelter you bought

           to me 

Bombarded in your wired affronting way

                               Brought forth by the  

Cult of freedom 

     That kind of freedom I'd assume a moral

Completion

     It'd accept a cristal similarly

      

different from her

make something work 

is the eternal move

        be it metal works, war, slave, or partner being i see you 

who it may concern 

                    nature will see her wins and contentions 

the losers will give birth as well as a goof

                                              and only the actual real language is only

understood by those that will only speak on quiet levels 

                                                            it wouldn't carry as well as you'ld think

it will every time. 

most things are grown in light as far as the earth is concerned. 

                              probably different things outside but that 

wouldn't be that different from her 

what

What if Jesus decided to pass 

     Then it became a Treasury matter 

Blanketing this very bla bla bla

              Then the president of selling Americans out spoke and practiced his Majesty over the crowd

                               And the the thirty percent 

Controlled the senenty

      And the un accounted for 

Looked around and was like...

could it be

Could it be that in the war of independence the reason why we won was because 

      I wan't to go down a Gorillaz rabbit hole at the moment and 

                                 And I won't go down a Gorillaz rabbit hole at the moment.

         

            

spread idea

Thunderstorm

What would be a cause to faction such a things as a gun?