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Get your filthy hands off of her, you damn dirty dinosaur!

Permanent Linkby dnanwodedispU on Tue Nov 14, 2017 4:28 am

Underneath a starry sky, they amass in hordes without an eye noticing their rally cry. The frequency eludes each ear, while deep inside, a lonely tear describes the fear that hides behind a dearly underestimated surprise.

They are calculating. Our thoughts echo in their viewing rooms. They know everything. We are crawling on our spherical tomb.

Waiting for an answer, praying for a reason. Slaves without a master, dying for the season; the arrival of our own momentous demise.

Agencies that try to keep us whole inside impregnate the bride, because they believe that they cannot confide in our now-deprived minds that, long ago, dried up to their waterfall of lies.

Can they keep us secure, even while they lure us into their traps? Can we be so sure, even while they draw up empty maps?

When one hand claps the sky, can you see the energy involved? When the dust obscures a mirror, can you believe that their intentions truly revolve around you?

The Evil One perpetually tries.

The buildings will fall, educating us all, while once-imaginary lines are reformed, and we're confined behind their miles of walled in concentration camps, to dim our lamps; they'll replace our names with burned on stamps, erase our place upon the food chain.

We are dancing, golden fries.

Spinning on a ball of crust that sloshes liquid water with lustful extensions that must embrace the moon, for they will be uncloaking soon; and it may be our only boon, the only way we rise to stand a fighting chance.

They want us prepared to meet our makers that we dared to insolently let slip away into the void of our prehistory. They lack creativity in their process, being the singular reason why they need us.

Prophecy had told, it wouldn't be our hand that they would hold. Only they could be so bold as to turn our page, and then rip it from the fold.

No scribbling pens or swinging swords can spare our world from the unveiling of our inevitable Reptilian Overlords.

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