Sunday, August 18, 2013

YOUR GOODS ORDER YOU TO BElieVE





The winter moon slept in its lodge, gods were drinking at the rio
We went aimlessly,and lived even more intensely despite the cold and the barbarians.

We knew one day they would come, throwing their taxes denying accesses transfixing our shape-shifting, we who remain the last Natural beings on Earth.

Good old Achilles said:"this evening all is a bit too quiet. Let me stand watch, friends .Go and sleep in peace!".

It is neither the roar of thunder nor the waters rustle but the pounding hooves of thousands and thousands of buffalo running in the eye of the fire keeper.

All the people under their product, slumbering deep down

"Wake up !

The gods are coming', gods are coming easily come the Visigoths,

Here come the Gringos!

They went through the sky and installed their metallic eye. 
all of them, uploaded their guns
comes forward and grabs the megaphone in his jaw.

We come on behalf of the Big Troll,his taser vibrates in his hole, we have conquered all and everything up to the galactic soul.

Mr president ordered me to pacify the whole.

We come in peace.

That's enough talk now let's sign the capitulation well before the night we'll be back to the great white father.

The gods are coming', gods are coming easily come the Visigoths,

Here come the Gringos!

So I'm going to count all your scrapes of land for the settlers wheat, uranium, opium and the forefathers memories from now on all is ours and so that everyone gets it, I'll count it twice and for the cool ol’CNN's news, its me your friend, who are the gods here?
Let them rise! 

And so the Sun rose.

Hey Gringo! Escucha , Gringo! they steal continents, crossed oceans on dream woven rafts here we stand appear to be alive sons of the blinding gods. 

life in the reflection off a gladius

AmeriKKKa, AmeriKKKa,

Underwater serpent is bored bring it to me for the ThunderBird.

Caligula, his legionaries,your president, his millionaires are hanging from the tip of our lips.

Gringo! You'll get nothing from us, as long as your titanic.
My li'l ol'child remembers the memories, I've been waiting for you.

Gringo! 

Off with your head! you have lost come on Gringo! 

May the Gods bless you with the Seven Daughters 

Choose from all your wonderful “Goods”

The Great Spirit, Creator, God, Allah, and lest but not last  YHWH!

I would lead them aimlessly into the battle and after that we have "conjured" them ALL, I would lease  them each a soul and tell that they are allowed to "wonder" though my garden!

Treating" them with the dogs of hell, you know how they love the bones of the magnificent  Profit$! 

The winter moon slept in its lodge gods were drinking at the rio we went aimlessly, and lived even more intensely despite the cold of the "Good ol'Gods"!

No comments:

Post a Comment