What exists insists and resists, it’s

So tragic not to be human. So

Ugly to be ruled by animals.

Who worships God wants good

& is lied to that our pain

is created by a mysterious

Sky Lord. To hide the reality of themselves

The absentee Land lords.

We submit to a lie so the

Devil rules earth. The Beast

The Bible explains. Who did surely "rise

Smoking from the western sea."

The beast who is a man.

On the money is their I

Disconnected and hovering

Above the abducted pyramid stashed

In the Metropolitan Museum, Too that I,

Add their old name, MF, and they are identified as

The ultimate owners of money. The hanged man, given a last meal

Before revealing he is the Limp Peter who lied that Christ

Had risen.

My Eye, they say, stopping the rise the reach

For the Soul in the middle of the

Air, where we have been and will go again

Even now we are the same but that makes no sense

To our tiny brain.

Cash, they say, but if " what are" get in it, 1929 again, in a car

Can’t go far, come out the mountains

Looking for food, we’ll say they’ve made progress

Put caves in the skyscrapers, full of dead bodies

It is their self that is money, for whom they prey

A Predator is Neanderthal, not prehistoric just shy

You should have seen The Mighty, a minute ago, starving in caves

Answer those questions, I say. Out the Caucasus mountains

Across the Black Sea, near Georgia somewhere, eat some Turkeys

and lizards, How dreamy to be alone and hunger less, twisting the

world into what He need. The answer to the problem is murder theft

and greed. Till they skin got tawny, the lips a little puffed, they hair got

frizzy, nature changed they talk There was more to see, different kinds

of things. They saw a huge fish in the water, made noise, they wd later

know as sings. Got down, came down, till way there, they seen some

night people wrapped in colors and gold stones who carried long poles

and feathers on their head. Even tho terrified they kneeled and begged

for bread.

And the world had changed. They said Pain Pain Pain, the other half of

The mask. They could have all they need but they had not learned how

to ask. Nor to bathe. That’s bad they said, We Bad said we. Nature had

put on different clothes everywhere new eyes for your nose. It is our

home, not a forest but a garden. And the animals the women taught

To be with us, give us milk, and honey, and clothes and food, no longer

Must we roam the forests everyday, for a mouth full of food the only

pay.

The wise man said, the more time you must spend on seeking food and

sustenance the less time you have to practice being human. The less time

you have to develop your mind.

So the travelers, the mountain folk, reduced to skin and bones, carried

the food everywhere with them, and called our homes The Gotten Of

Eaten and were content except for the I’s which criss crossed the

abundance and seemed to make it disappear. But steal is strong they

said to lay flat and do nothing and be fed by they who have no furs is

greatness. It is a pile of bones with knots of red flesh sticking off still.

The Fuhrer had plenty furs he was a leader. The leader has many furs.

So that was paradise, dotted cubes, white cubes black dots, pips, in the

east they call it the Tao today it is Dow Jones, the stock market a bingo

game. Like religion, a mystery. Everything must remain a mystery in

order for evil to rule. The ruler measures.

    It must remain a mystery for a few to rule the many. For the

hundreds to rule the billions. Everything is a mystery except you got to

go to work so you can remain poor and never understand much.

Go through the world and never under stand a thing. Except you got to

go to work. Go to church all your life and never understand. It’s a

fraud, a vicious joke. There is Evil and there is good, but not no God

and they who say they know God worship the Devil.

They say brain so you will think even thought, Good, is limited

and inside, a muscle, not the will of what am you rising, a Black Bird,

with burning short stories, history driving you like a jet fire shoots out

it’s behind as it leaves the earth as space becomes time. Endless yet

there is no God only Good. is Evil, reworked as the Devil and who does

evil is the only Devil. But this whole endless Amness is

Goodness, not a god or invisible dictator with an accent.

So tell the story of the Beast who is a man, came down from the

north, snow for eyes, you for food your blood for drink, flatness was a

symbol, to lay down was kingly, the body of the being, to be idle and so

Duplicate the stone idol, who they word shipped into time, for the God

Who had a rep but who did not eat, or take up much space, no

agreement was necessary because it was they god in they cave and

nobody had to make no noise to oppose it, though each indentation had

its own incantation, and the sounds from the ground when the mountain

things got down, and wanted to know where they little replacements

came from. From the thingless things, with a cave like our place, by why

wd the noisy rebe’rs get in there in the beginning. To come out from the

Cave, like we, which these thingless things make a noise and claim they

Have created us again, and we who have some thing, cannot make that

thing they pull out of themselves crying and sucking.

For who did not understand got doo doo in their hand, did not re be

come and they were struck dumb with filth around them stinking past

they regular bad scent. You must understand which hole inside of which

is more and which means less.

Then there came the time when they were told they were new and they

were nude. Had neither knows nor clothes. But how could you survive

in the cold mountains with no clothes or no knows. The furs in strips

they had but wore them as mementos of yesterday, they were to keep

warm and never for modesty. To wipe the blood and hide the crud

there was no word for polite, they were one family, bound by the

wizards whose magic brought always the small replacements for

themselves. What was left was these two out of thousands who had come

down into the desert and on to the great garden where gotten was eaten.

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But then the day came, when it was no longer the same, they had gotten

and they had eaten and the world was limited to what they knew and

they knew they didn’t know. And what was the twin trees at the center

of the hall, which the low’red of their haven’ said they could not take.

So even in The Gotten of Eaten, there was to be deprivation of what

could not be imagined without imagination.

It was the thing, the dicht that did the harm, so it could exist hanging

between their legs and then crawl away and taunt them with what they

did not know or understand.

    If there was a Good and an Evil, why was it hanging, in Red, on

one tree? And if they took the fruit and learned the answer to which

they had no question, what would it mean? Except the thing lying on the

ground rolled its eyes like citizens of a futuristic state and pretended to

read the newspapers and be just. But it always meant a few, who could

survive in the ice, for that was the objective self and its vision.

For Good had done nothing and we changed the Profit's name so it

accorded with our having. For Having was the real good. The coming

again of surplus, a addition to what they had. The boss is Sir, The

animal who first called himself a scientist, somewhere high in the

Eastern Steppes when he returned from the under world, where our

faces our upside down and the flats and sharps of the thoughts they see

are sounds that wont let you lie down and burp the second taste of what

we got as steal the hard art, she held the flesh too close to the flame,

what technology gave back from the south, and the steaming meat was

easier to eat, for the tiny news that came with cries, like the daily

seeking of pain.

What cave, what cave, what cave and where is the what the profit gave.

They gave a chronicle of how they returned. Mostly a recipe for ambush

and attack. For the taking to rehave the gotten of eaten, so they would

eat ever after. And what they would not remember, the y lied about,

they lie about, like the having gotten, and good became gut, and pain

was merely bread, and to be civilized, arranged in a circle of eating was

to have a fire arm. For the warmth for the sight for the food for the

fight. Still the earth was terra, so why it was named, not to have it or

not to have enough, twas best to have it all, to say of it all it is gotten and

eaten.

The book was to buy the warriors with tales of what did not mean that

with rest and snore and fullbellies and a thing wd hold the flag and

penetrate, would crawl and lie and create its own world, a scientist of

getting and having . We have changed the actual sensuous knowledge of

the earth into a slimy crawling animal, spineless with dialectical tongue.

And from this beginning it made words that would be history and smite

the thingless thing that though we slid from in her womb and she is the

namer of all still we are the father and created her from part of the first

home she gave us.

We did not understand that what are is was is the difference between

Friend and Fiend and having not the lst could remember only the latter.

Which had to be the claim, not evolution, Jacoub, but a final encore for

the pre-human beings you created to be superior to ourselves, by

teaching Right without Reason, Logic without Treason.

And when this would not do, nor had they been socialized to love,

without that revelation LO!, so we understand, we have to begin, from

the beginning and then, SEE! DIG! The expression and the solution, the

truth is the vein of our blood, who is the sensuous recreation of

ourselves, on that higher ground.

They thought geography, traveling wandering across the earth. Until

the thinker caught them in the desert. A flight from a lower self, he

sought the thought from on high, was not geography, merely returning

north. And the lie and liars turned him white as a flash, having left the

south he made an idol out of the law which was to get down, the low and

the lowered, who had to flee, for that work of building the skyscraper

for the man god of upper Egypt was a lie, but somebody else’s lie,

their’s, and the prophet came to be a profit and to lead them in a trance

across the sand which was water with the flood and being a priest he

knew when the tides would lay and led the whitening slaves and fattened

wanderers still whiter for God had spake and they were rising, with the

geography of the beast north north-east until they reached the palace of

stone which they could claim as their own.

And the book of maps and days tells the heroic menu of who they slayed

And of their Lord now high again, and out of sight, to speak with no

amendments except in secret by those they hired to rewrite history and

condemn those peoples they fired.

But even the tribal gods got left, if they spoke another accent under

their breath. The living Gods must be killed. The dead ones rebuilt.

And the very sons of their mothers wombs who were born to free they

relinquished to their enemy’s, claiming only the tomb. And the false

Peters became their fathers and the gay anti-Semites their teachers and

preachers, the suicided jackasses their bankers, all rushed ahead of

them to Rome, and put their lies in the great tome, they called simply

book to hide the fact they knew no other, and all in it was stuff they

took.

If Dahmer kept a diary it would be a holy book for Cannibals.
 

There is Good and There is Evil but no God and who worships God

worships the Devil, who is Santa Claus.
 

Judeo Christian is neither Jew nor Christian but A Devil Worshipper

and heavy metal user, flag is skull and crossbones, good Friday the day

the prophet Jesus slain, they celebrate so he wont come back again.

Why else, replace the fish, the mighty wailer, with the cross. How they

came down, in the Eastern Kingdom a double cross, because they saw

them cross again. The people are nailed spread armed on the cross.

Between two thieves helped up the hill by a Negro, a buffalo soldier, off

Broadway, he shaved his head and moved to Chicago, wears a wig

sometimes and rides a motor sickle cell anemic, the hanged Negro spake

aloud from off the cross, he rose his head and cussed out his missing

father, and mama mia where was she, below the Negro weeping on her

knee. She was told that Peter, the limp betrayer wd return and claim

the son had come back, rose again. And so she had the body stole way

and where it is it is today.

The liars and thieves who the son had banished thrown out the temple

Charging interest for Black studies and various blessings, for what the

early profit taking from the prophet who replaced the snake as king,

was usury that life itself could be harnessed for fuel, another lie that

those who have faith are not fools. Where wailing from the island and

staring at the sky, was John, on fire, fuel was desire and the vision of the

higher, did cry out about the return of the last people past, JA je ji Jo

ju, away, return, seems a night a day, like the bird, but we was Black

with a flaming tale of red, did sing as we rose, brought the light the day

sky and everything we knows.

And Jesus was murdered by the state. By the roaming imp highers, of

beasts in metal clothes, who worshipped ease and were the creatures of

the then, The rule of solitary men, Athens who were Heathens, who

Made the women nones. Whose word for heterosexual was prostitute.

There fore it was God, the Papal Bull who got under Mary’s clothes, so

she need not appear in the trinity, it was not adultery but appointment

and annointment, that she was taken by the highest of men. Her son was

an heir, her husband a carpenter, could never have a share.

But the boy was to dark and named like a Puerto Rican, and he spoke in

riddles and parables, like the Black Pip or the Ace of Spades, King

Digger Prince Nigger, if he would lie he would not die. But there was no

way around his face the darkness in that space, and his words, would

not lighten his earthly disposition. He said it is more difficult for a rich

man to get in heaven than for a camel to pass through the eye of a

needle. And our preachers said yea, and we will get those larger holes

and smaller camels by and by. He said I have not come with peace but a

sword. He meant history which is mightier than the dick and the

dictator. And the sword was the word of what was real, and it was the

king, the body of what never stopped. And since they knew they could

not cop, they killed him, and made impotence King, Abstraction and

Inversion profit and teacher. The lie religion, for the absent and the

pleasure seeking, and war the reflection of natural flesh. Which they

could still consume from machines and pornography and the stock

market.

There is Good but not a God, there is Evil and those who say they

represent God worship the Devil for evil created God so they could lie

about why good was missing.

There is Good by not know God, there is Evil and the Devil is he who do

the Evil. For Good is All of what is every allways eternal. Divine is the

seeing of the future, where we begin again, return, go over to the other

side as they come round to this.

On the third planet from the Sun, Mercury Venus Earth, and Mars the

Red is next, if we pursue our text, for who cannot love must still evolve

As animal to yet another animal. And where is the human being we

claim to been only, the preachers say, we back slid because of sin.

And so must rise again. It is the place where we lie and steal which must

be understood and so reveal us to ourselves, and the world to

everything. So that science is the only religion and reality the only

royalty and Good the only God!.

There is Good and There is Evil and Bad is clean and dirty is the

hoarders of the earth. Who will not go anywhere else so attached are

they to what remains under us, so they stay as ghosts. Not live but evil,

not good but the living dead. Who does the evil is the Devil who does the

good is everything the all and this is what is whole and this is what Holy

mean.