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   >  > for this cosmopolitan   
   >  > smite, pioneers   
   >  > on the frontiers   
   >  > of universal classical spaces   
   >  > not of common land   
   >  > cosmos's hidden gems   
   >  > for revolutionaries   
   >  > who demand   
   >  > from their loyal nation   
   >  > these glowing treasures   
   >  > towards which they have   
   >  > been flung   
   >  > engulfed in the flames   
   >  > of abiding fires   
   >  > eternally harnessed   
   >  > torn asunder   
   >  > by the cracked frosts   
   >  > of burning ice   
   >  > subjecting them   
   >  > to this furnace   
   >  >   
   >  > supercharged missiles   
   >  > rich in weight   
   >  > and darkly toxic   
   >  > are powered up   
   >  > then faithfully fired   
   >  > into the returning ark   
   >  > cushioned on all sides   
   >  > by sunless skies   
   >  > which are now, in their   
   >  > wake, sleepily watching   
   >  > these scorned   
   >  > rebel fliers, rockets of   
   >  > long-deserted   
   >  > flavored celestial flesh   
   >  >   
   >  > cemented into ceilings   
   >  > of stone, these instructions   
   >  > guilded into our gentle   
   >  > genes, fiercely controlled   
   >  > and copiously copied   
   >  > since the origin, of the   
   >  > genesis, of the consciousness   
   >  > of one G-d, painstakingly   
   >  > packed away by fortune's sages   
   >  > pairs well-preserved   
   >  > like so many   
   >  > hermetically sealed jars   
   >  > of antique pomes, locked   
   >  > in a central underground   
   >  > sink of a most trampled   
   >  > and forgotten earth, shared   
   >  > throughout the further   
   >  > development of mankind   
   >  > faring from land to land   
   >  > from man to man   
   >  >   
   >  > they reveal a once   
   >  > abounding attic   
   >  > couched atop   
   >  > a noble global house   
   >  > not of this world   
   >  >   
   >  > solemn confidences   
   >  > at long last uncovered   
   >  > by brown, well-tanned   
   >  > good news archaeologists   
   >  > are disclosed   
   >  > for these once sun-struck   
   >  > yea, sun-scorched   
   >  > omni voyagers   
   >  > who dig, unceasingly   
   >  > in their seasons   
   >  > in their ancient gardens   
   >  > passing over, across, under   
   >  > and through the bitter   
   >  > unleavened   
   >  > dry cracked grounds   
   >  > of a now almost   
   >  > wholly paved, conjoined   
   >  > empyreal empire   
   >  > being handed back   
   >  > from israel's first fathers   
   >  > letter by letter   
   >  >   
   >  > like a family jewel   
   >  > or closely guarded pride   
   >  > passed from generation   
   >  > to generation   
   >  > they have tumbled   
   >  > down a watchful   
   >  > observant   
   >  > streaming alphabet chain   
   >  > opening new doors   
   >  > even those   
   >  > flying false flags   
   >  > shoring her own   
   >  > spanish secrets   
   >  >   
   >  > it has all been dutifully   
   >  > tucked away, never   
   >  > to recede fully   
   >  > and die, but skillfully   
   >  > embedded, amongst the   
   >  > soft velvet grasses   
   >  > which blow   
   >  > with the breezes   
   >  > coarsely threaded, into   
   >  > their shallow earth   
   >  > by fibrous roots, and   
   >  > mangled, amongst weeds   
   >  > which creep   
   >  > back through creation, into   
   >  > the mind's veldts' seeds   
   >  > of their plotted cup's   
   >  > most remote colours   
   >  > and can be found there   
   >  > wound up   
   >  > in curious puzzles   
   >  >   
   >  > gifted rings which swear   
   >  > a manufactured fidelity   
   >  > of their most dearly   
   >  > departed civility   
   >  > yet still which bear   
   >  > a gentle kind   
   >  > of re-kindled hope   
   >  > mercurial panacea   
   >  > for these driven   
   >  > truckers of instant truth   
   >  >   
   >  > rough and rowdy   
   >  > well-schooled   
   >  > baby black beasts   
   >  > just released, sit   
   >  > slouched, in heavy chains   
   >  > the youngest one   
   >  > still wearing   
   >  > her mothers' metal   
   >  > badges of the rotten   
   >  > shadows of sheets bloodied   
   >  > by unborn memories   
   >  > of sleet and rain   
   >  > she will shrink   
   >  > from the moonlight   
   >  > rising, meeting the pain   
   >  > of a krystal   
   >  > cleared conscience   
   >  >   
   >  > continually, they plow   
   >  > through scattered   
   >  > subterranean planes   
   >  > of layered cosmic lands   
   >  > in search of   
   >  > some kind of mercy   
   >  >   
   >  > deific validation, for their   
   >  > constitutional conviction   
   >  > of one nation   
   >  > under G-d   
   >  > a delivery, of some kind   
   >  > of salvific wingd victory   
   >  > conveying   
   >  > their unified story   
   >  >   
   >  > meticulously groomed   
   >  > for this long-planned journey   
   >  > dashing flight   
   >  > back through rivers split   
   >  > rich and red and bloody   
   >  > as egypt's deadly nile   
   >  > through once fallow   
   >  > cloverleafs of soulless   
   >  > virgin highway   
   >  > awoke, again, for them   
   >  > they are loaded   
   >  > as they back into   
   >  > a more perfect world   
   >  >   
   >  > indelibly branded   
   >  > into their rich-flowing blood   
   >  > they are brothers   
   >  > of the skies   
   >  > pre-determined by design   
   >  > to find   
   >  > this ineffaceable fusion   
   >  > through shared reminders   
   >  > of their holy communion   
   >  > traces of an inscribed   
   >  > diamond destiny   
   >  > maps of ancient astronomy   
   >  > the printed inversion   
   >  > of a twinkling   
   >  > star-writ narrative   
   >  > of the promised history   
   >  > of the promised birth   
   >  > of the promised prince   
   >  > at the incipience   
   >  > of the dawn   
   >  > of holy yesteryear   
   >  >   
   >  > hail, this breath of life   
   >  > granting pathways out   
   >  > honoring sanctioned   
   >  > tribal rights   
   >  > frankly fired, through   
   >  > shock and awe   
   >  > past cast inhabitants   
   >  > of a silent   
   >  > acquiescent first city moon   
   >  > into the ether   
   >  > of the unknown   
   >  >   
   >  > like glass into the eye   
   >  > but it will regrow   
   >  > a new coat   
   >  > as the banished serpent itself   
   >  > crawling, out of eden   
   >  > on its belly   
   >  > forcefully it pierces   
   >  > as it flies quickly   
   >  > into waters of slippery flesh   
   >  > a stinging, icy delivery   
   >  > liquid sharp, as the flushing   
   >  > unforgiving rays   
   >  > of a sweltering sun   
   >  > unable even to blink   
   >  > as it slithers speedily   
   >  > over scaled skins   
   >  > as though it now, too   
   >  > were crossing   
   >  > a deserted river, divulging   
   >  > a way into   
   >  > the ocean's bedrock   
   >  > of all time   
   >  >   
   >  > dedicated to demolition   
   >  > they follow   
   >  > their foregone road maps   
   >  > warring to find   
   >  > that which was denied   
   >  > escaping once again   
   >  > the shackles   
   >  > of extrinsic servitude   
   >  > to an outer world unknown   
   >  > still seeking   
   >  > always seeking   
   >  > the way back   
   >  > that way back   
   >  > home   
   >  >   
   >  > constructed hallways   
   >  > as prescient   
   >  > and powerful   
   >  > as fermi's dreams actualized   
   >  > particle accelerator   
   >  > old as the mind   
   >  > of earth and time   
   >  > and breath itself   
   >  > as sure as the discovery   
   >  > of a homebase   
   >  > in yet another wasteland   
   >  > of helpless exile   
   >  >   
   >  > going plumb insane   
   >  > as it seeks to tear down   
   >  > billions of light years   
   >  > of subatomic architecture   
   >  > and find release   
   >  > from the otherwise   
   >  > indestructible walls   
   >  > containing sanguine   
   >  > reproduction itself   
   >  >   
   >  > it is now encapsulated   
   >  > within, they are trapped   
   >  > in their cells, cursed   
   >  > by civilization's blueprints   
   >  > save for contrary action   
   >  > cracking skulls of both time   
   >  > and timelessness   
   >  >   
   >  > an insufferable law, of   
   >  > unbreakable code   
   >  > authored long before   
   >  > even the first proteins   
   >  > began to flex   
   >  > their three-personned muscles   
   >  > the roots of all language   
   >  > making master membranes   
   >  > mindful and impenetrable   
   >  > to any foreign substance   
   >  > as time's ultimate evolution   
   >  > of the brain itself, molded   
   >  > by its primitive ancestors   
   >  > through leaps, and bounds   
   >  > of technological advances   
   >  >   
   >  > a guest, crafted, to survive   
   >  > through the harassments   
   >  > of all time, beaten to grow   
   >  > and then find   
   >  > more of its kind   
   >  > revelations of creations   
   >  > of mechanical reproductions   
   >  > from its crushed mind   
   >  > an eventual re-unification   
      
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   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)