A “Solar Kiva.” An earth-shack, two States over from SoCal.
Can we survive the summer in Taos.
The UV radiation may be overwhelming.
There is nowhere to run. Somewhere to hide.
The moth smelled the blood. The blood.
Dead like the dead past. In transcendence.
Hell’s Satan is the root of our modern life.
Still small in time; the history of our modern human history.
Dead like the dead past. The crystal evolution.
The angels. God, the ancient alien.
The story. The cosmic-saddest, of all.
But our hearts, abyssal devoured. Our nature, a defect.
That is the story of “Man.” The devil has won since our beginning.
It was their last message.
God, was here; Jesus. God was an alien child. Small-humanoid and big cranium.
Terrified, a dimorphic and mutated freak-kind specie to the unacknowledged man.
Jesus was the last, he loved the world and gave it it’s last. Chance.
Beat-down to near-death as an oversize-elephant, you kept walking.
The cruelest of all, and pierce of death.
Beautiful, Jesus. They did to you.
That is the end of God, that ‘you’, speak of.
And so forth, into the dark emporium of those who held in narcissism, it which strives to genocide the alpha-one. Our history. I want to live, now, and be in the future.
It was in the house of 08′, when it began.
When I became the maximum recluse.
Suffering in ultimate hell, and still.
My portal of knowledge from the renown educational channels on DIRECTV, television.
Nostradamus was on, in my black-hole.
Get me out. The obstruction.
The magnificent torment. The regression.
The ‘iron-ball’ of hell. Dance with me, kill with me.
The blue water. The white flower.
Today, to the ‘Enchanted-land’.
Jet-fly with the Lexus.
Meet you there, plot our next move.
From that ground, seek back our sanity.
To escape the bloody-hell.
Chapter-one, “Defeat Radicate.”
To the beautiful, maybe a little up north.
We shall see, the expedition began.
The shake of hand, of Saint’Hell.
A Templar of holy. The beautiful little man.
The dot back to heaven.