in the ethereal, beyond the world’s pale,underneath all you touch and all you surveil, our essence looms layered, as ghosts on a mural,redacting all glory through the synapse of neural. here, war wages on, throughout time and space,we declare our allegiance with the gestures we face. the mirror scries to the writ core of self-myth.you better be sure you really …

Will you Deal with the devilat the government level?Or perhaps deal with several?Where elite cowards revel.The brass tacks and cut flacksPick up sticks and sharp jacksThe games from the attic smell so mustyAnd I have to admit, I’m tragically rustyBut let’s play.Say everything now you wanted to say.As the Gatekeepers wear their uniform frownConspiring out loud to let pitched townsfolk …