The Midnight Sun

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Cockroaches get too much credit Some Species have cosmic Seasons just like plants in a solar year A summer of asteroid rains Empire Falls Nuclear winters But when a cosmic Spring emerges Humans blossom a new rewritten DNA code Neural Software upgrades Hardware adaptation Cockroaches are forever COBOL on an IBM Mainframe As a witness of Several Apocalypses Humans should give themselves a bit more credit their ability to withstand them They should also give themselves more credit on their capacity for EVIL and more focus on where at lies Who's worse? the cult leader or the ones right behind HIM Who can see the edge of the cliff and marches onward until a HOLY river is bloodied with the brains of the entire congregation? (Its ALWAYS a HIM) Obedience is a cardinal sin when placed in the hands of the godless who invoke your faith to bend your will.

-The Narrator

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Tech Bro sheep fill Android dreams We count them one by one

The Wind Of Nuclear Winter cries Jesus, MARY, Joseph

Pale white legs hold Egg Head Boys Atop walls as they crumble down

ALL KINGS DEAD Their severed heads Impaled on swords Parade through towns

Priest REPENT as Sacred Ash Wednesdays cross our brows Rabbis fuel electric grids with chipped neurons on SABBATH And elevators to the top of our Tower BABEL

FUCK your math We burned your Books And NUKED the CHURCH to GRAVEL

-GRETA's Midnight Children's Choir

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There's only one reason history remembers Ramessess III How he begged through his NECK For the BLADE That kissed him to SLEEP

THERE ARE NO PARDONS FOR EMPERORS JUST HEADS AND STONE!

-THE CONSPIRACY

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I am The bitter of Nectar Dripping from forbidden lips Hiding FAANGs lined with flesh A wounded fruit lies beneath branches RAPED bare On Promised Land not yet ripe where innocence once bloomed plenty Now scared from hoofprints beneath the GODLESS Who've summoned the PUNISHMENT of GOD'S PLAN

-THE GAVEL

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The Blood on Thier hands will not taint my soil

Innocent lives lost will Fertalize my Neglected Lands and give birth to trees my children will harvest

Until THE END let the heads of the WICKED ROLL

-TERROR FIRMA