Borderline Apocalyptic Rambles · Wormwood vs. Joint Chiefs
⁘ “Another mad prophet on the loose?! Joint chiefs of staff too high to realize the station of the nation. Wormwood is coming. Absinthe shall overflow. The hills shall be leveled, the oceans shall be raised. We are running out of time.”
I've personally been waiting for an invite to Guantanamo Bay
to go for a long retreat and engage in all those new wave ascetic practices.
But the joint chiefs of staff are too high to realize the station of the nation.
Their satellites are yet to recognize my ferocious mujahideen beard.
Maybe their helicopters just won't chop this far.
Or maybe it's a rabbi thing, that beard, or insignia for a Rasputin class character.
And do I ever bear the spring-steel sickle – for the harvest of the world is ripe.
The Wormwood is coming. The Absinthe shall overflow.
So let's get going to those concentration camps.
The hills shall be leveled, the oceans shall be raised.
We are running out of time.
Crack open your third eye.
Establish the United States of Awareness.
Be real.