The lines will be redrawn in November —
We'll be gone in November.
You'll be gone in November.
They'll be gone in November.
They'll be gone in November.
WarGames until Splendor
In the Broken Glass
Ceiling.
Ceiling.
The Bastards of Babylon
That stood with one left hand
In Amalek's groin and one right hand
In The Valley of Ham@n Gog's grave
Will have their closeted Ashura Polls
Divided.
Their secret lovers
Aborted.
Their abusive genitalia
Mutilated.
Their ambidextrous home-
Their ambidextrous home-
Sliced to smithereens.
When The Mulberry Trees sway in The East Wind
I will measure the contours of my father's footsteps
I will measure the contours of my father's footsteps
As we phantom climb the Mountain of our Seer:
Se'ir, later.
