Babylon Gun

 

What do we do to please God who test our motifs?
am I an olive tree?
seven heads and ten n horns, Izoduwa the red dragon
fighting against the discordant descendants of the woman
Africa; Binuwe Queen mother
the World was amazed and followed the beast
who is like the beast who can fight against it.
what is the second death? 
because you love you posses all you touch
snake and poison trying to wear your out
twining helplessness as a noose 
this system America being implanted in Nigeria
Christianized docility before the slaughter
American who live a documented glorification of suffering 
what wouldn't she do for relevance
well, Babylon Gun, I'd better watch out
still, some would have to be the mud 
gashes at the psyche all encounter were sexual 
might I tippy toe through life now aware 
we wield kingdom as reading virgins
everything hinges on the frequency keep reading 
all encounter all sexual, keep reading away
from Babylon's noose, Babylon's gun, 
how do you run from an intertwine of decades
scratching my sole and toes sore
in them lie memory hidden and suppress cached 
what muzzled sacrifice in repression doth the woman carry 
it is animal 
you wouldn't believe how riven you've been
until you read for six hours
I can't abide, I can't abide, oxygenated melanin 
history of the world Yoruba destroy Nigeria

stones with hands in akinbo laughing at me 
with those who don't engender progress for slave company
acquisition come to find that mirror of done it all before
like cards they fall and you know 
the only well to be dug was within, you!
wrest your arm free from the hindrances of blood 
beaten muzzled unable to communicate life except through suffering
vehemence, Babylon's a gun 
contentment is one's enthronement 
torture is sex all it's apparatus needs you alive,
die inside 
the whole of civilization is sex driven 
folly couldn't motivate wisdom declare me mad 
but please let me be.
too much tact offer no help 
your focus is the compass the trajectory and length your imagination 
harness, roil
saliva in to the mash we fold up and march on
Sexual centralism, rife contumacious envy
the ethos is so wrong, cascading their hurt
as the norm 
what makes a man if not his experience
when you accrues experience you are more man than the most men, so read
Ravana would lose a son but date not slay a vagina 
for Sita he destroyed himself, hmmm
old action new information same stoic Buddha
discombobulation and disquiet demons 
new information I know I still go
don't lose your chance to be human
there's nothing I have hidden you just didn't believe it
sex isn't a strength it is a cascade
I'm waiting for it to finish 
an avalanche of mimeticsm they therefore 
must keep appearance for they mustn't falter but falter they must
Ezra chapter 4 vs 17, sorry Palestine 
Haggai 2 vs 17 is me wondering if God's a thief
thunderous clouds electrified farts, android man
how can a man make himself transfer nerves gas 
he's insnr himan
are they Isaiah 14 va 2 desperate to cause 
genocide in Gaza 
could they read it with the temper of knowledge?
keep reading far from Babylon's gun
the intent on the wickedness
the love becomes your wickedness 
True ove makes a man impervious 
the gateway between lifetimes and memories,
it tunes men into Gods.
the military mad every aspect of our lives cultic
Eze nwanyi is the only merit based climb of ordinance so it is attacked 
keep reading 
they all want to be cool and associate with it make up for lost time they want to be cool by force 
go and read your book that is 
this graceful swans paddle I am new every morning 
the ghost that would whole would whirl a standards in books and buck mostly a simple
The rive in my thoughts a plumb of my soul
flashes of echoes tears into time all my love calling cards
personality split from being exposed to sex early
fed and nurtured, skewed mitosis for lizardry and sodomy 
in penile length men learn the ordinance of their fate
but the jealousy of the women is derived from 
sameness from her's lack of change 
I'm a rakshasha of goodwill
continue in your good one bad case ruin you
madness by love my intended take me to the sanitorium rather than her embrace
to make me battle worn for her liking
inured shielded I must have engendered her svelte
do I drag to the battle field or allow what freedom must have brought
licking my sounds in goal 
enlid by the essence of the club footed
this doll house churn phantoms spawns for craze 
it's a prison layers of the forget for money 
I simply cannot abide these animals
read is life's sanitorium, Read runs from
Babylon's gun


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