Nothing Without Providence

With the seasons evaporating into milky dreams

there are monsters falling from fault lines

pouring their horrid condiments

into the hangnails of the Grand Canyon.

And yes Colorado's skyline reeks of decaying masonry

and her horizon has fascistic sunburns

to compliment her fantastic underground views

of the shadow of death.
The government of Hades
 is found her in womb.

Here where there are nightmare paintings 

of zombie takeover, and the masses

applaud the Sleepy Hollow that is broadcast

through wild fires causing the ratings

to rise to mile high volcanic eruption levels.

Did you know that Colorado 

is the daughter Vesuvius 

impregnated illegitimately by Peter Pan

whose labyrinthine penis is played with

by abducted children forced to prey

for scorpion tails on their knees?

These poor savages who have 

hopes of contracting herpes

instead of the dreaded incestuous

encounter with their father,
Mephistopheles. 

Exit stage left where
Jesus Christ 

hangs on a Roman cross complicit 

with the rebellion of Pergamon  

whose altar offers up Merovingian 

bowel movements to the almighty
shape shifting politicians;

these antiquated demigods who regurgitate

Machiavelli's flesh onto public plates.

Which god do they sodomize, you ask?

Simple; the one whose temple became

the insane asylum for the janitors of Truth

so that the mermen from Atlantis 

could once again shed their scales

and minstrel on camera in Black face

for all the world to see.

See, the show really isn't as gothic

as the Crusades were now are they?
Especially since the pale Unicorn
rides undefeated as the Sports Authority

in Manning's Colosseum. 

But just wait until the Trinity Project

unleashes free Antichrist handouts 

and the entire known world

feeds from the illuminated eye

of the goat whose horns

are the very power 

which the world worships.
Then the walking dead
will have their way.
Just wonderful, isn't it?