Eye of the Storm of the Panopticon

The Eye of the Storm 
stares
From the panopticon
EMP bursts from the pentagon
Playing with power
DisAster decreed from the Tower
Of Babylon
As Death of Stars seed terror
In declarations of War
As seas bear the burden
Of blame
Spewing forth the wind and the
Rain
Bred from the electromagnetic
NanoGrid that surrounds
This mainframe
Now
What a sinister Game
To Play
As red blood is shed on a
chessboard of mud
And death
Of communities
No Geodetic immunity
In the mountains
There
The blue tears of well greased gears
Demolish the roads
That lead out of here
Into where
Mirrors shatter
And the manufRactured floods
Leave lives tattered
And bare
We all share this Destiny
We all
Carry this blessed cross
Through eternity….
The Puppeteers are drunk
On spoiled wine……
Unleashing the genies
From their techno-vines
That strangle the hearts and
Strangle the minds
Of the brethren 
The sacred kin
The flesh family that stands within
The prison yard
Electromagnetic barbed wire
Prizm Guards
In Fields that starve
The Cells
Thick syrup blood coagulatio
Forgets how to flow
Clots and Rots in veins
That know
No longer
How to bleed free
Woven enmeshed with nano-borg
Bio-Tech Tissue in flesh
Like marionettes
Dancing to frequencies
Spewed out in dissonant alphabets
That speak decrees
Against the sovereign 
Bioluminescent human blueprint…:
Saturated wet
We are
Filled with regret for the loss of
Our blessed Will…..
Dangling from the Nous
Of the fiery Wheel 
That bears the cross
Of the broken spokes
That speak in broken codes
That have forgotten
How to
Feel. 
Stay Strong my Friends.
This Next Level of the Game
Is getting Too Real…. 
The Script is All Set
To Be ReVeiled. 

CLJ 9-30-24