Blessed Be ...

Merry Christmas!

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For the Christmas season only a blessing for the military and industrial complex, to be said with ironic intent and f...k you finger swirling proudly.

Blessed are the spin Doctors as each day they create life anew in their sterile metal vats and laboratories, the clever genetic manipulations of public relations while they split public opinion as though a brittle atom, a swirling molecule spinning like gyroscopes around the primal molecule.

Blessed are the military and industrial complex, for they made all the eager participants very rich indeed. Blessed are the Priests of hate and intolerance, for they shall keep the people from direct experience of God and force them to worship the anti-Christ of organised religion.

Blessed are the media moguls, the journalists and new reporters, for they shall put their heads up their own arses and whistle Wagner's entire Ring Cycle in a single breath, during another Apocalypse Now.

Blessed are the liars, for they shall make a mockery of truth and destroy the righteous, while basking in corruptions beneficial water. Blessed are the mad men and scientists, for they shall destroy the earth and all life upon it. Blessed are the corrupt, for they shall receive Knighthoods, honours, Peerages and the most lucrative of all government contracts. Blessed are the 'water boarding men', for they are the last line of defence against those who can not be bought and sold from a convenient car-boot.

Blessed are the war mongers, for they hope to destroy the earth and trigger the start of Armageddon, a final battle between good and evil before the end of days, the folding of time upon itself like an 'accordion', an origami bird with flapping wings. A victim-less crime that makes everyone accessories to the facts, to its deadly histories within the swarming gene pool. Amongst the insubstantial dancing shadows upon the cave walls, a union of mortal and immortal yearning to be known, yearning to know the world of phenomenal forms and raging spirits yearning to be known. The I, me, we Pantheon of creation and its hidden treasure, the black pearl, the immortal spaces and silences, the 'dark matter' and Gypsy stars. Blessed were the Victors liars, for this shall become tomorrows historical consequences, the Evil heart of darkness that destroys us all.

Blessed are ....


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