Dollar Dogma

Annuit Coeptis ≠ Sanctimonia.
Novo Ordo Seclorum ≠ Libertas.

Veritas = Sanctimonia.
Veritas = Libertas.

CARPE VERITAS.

Seek and seize the truth. Find it and unbury it and realize what they've done to you.

Open up your three eyes and stab the cycloptic lie. Fuck your indignant insignia, the dollar dogma. Denounce the motherfucking monetary system, its sneering pyramid schemes and cruel themes a clever guise, the "American dream!"

Fuck the Luciferian Americans. Fuck the Arians. Fuck the variants. Fuck the arrogance, and FUCK INHERITANCE of a future controlled, of masses bought and sold for corporations misquoting scripture and blaspheming victors of history. Welcome to my Macabre Divinity.

"Let us prey..."

The rich get richer, and they're fixing the picture, vicious and among the vicars, claiming that a God they long abandoned is on their side in hatred and in vitriol, INVICTUS.

THIS DOLLAR DOGMA IS A SICKNESS.

ROOTED EVIL SLEEPS WITHIN THIS.

WHAT IS IT THAT THEY HOPE TO WITNESS?

Had Lilith followed Adam, Adam would have bitten first, and tasted her intrinsic curse, the paradox, the universe. For mirrored in the kiss of Eve as Mary bleeds and mourns a man no man could ever be -- misogyny -- cacophony ill-rooted in his name in vein, in heresy... and Jesus weeps.

Now Magdalene's on magazines wearing Maybelline, selling pantyhose with one eye closed, but making sure her navel's seen to all the teens to make that paper green. Her father was an alcoholic pedophile who hid within God's house and stole the smiles from every child in sin. With every camera flash, she dies within, faking every smile and grin like choir boys he'd buy with toys in exchange for silent hours ... but Lucifer excuses her, and claims she is empowered. Daddy's little girl has sworn revenge... and this is how it ends. And Jesus weeps.

My generation has sold out.

I'm buying it back with interest.