The Public wants what the public gets. Lazarus himself wouldn't rise into

this world. Decry relativity damned petulant for seeing through a Trojan

horse full of zyklon while Judas' coffers overflow. What? New world

(dis)order is nothing new. Choking on poison air pouring whiskey into

crescent moon lacerations. Time to bite the hand that beats. Teach our

children well, teach them to kill. Global jihad for a thousand years.

Sanctified our blood spills, sutured with commodities. Iron fist in silken

glove ripping away autonomy, replacing with a placebo. Realize that our

wounds will never heal while Judas' coffers overflow.