In many cases, entire towns just swallowed by flames.
The laid-back pace of this island giving way to the frantic rush of recovery teams.
Let me tell you something about climate change.
The images don't begin to show the extent of what's been lost here.
Areas including historic behind us.
Our cars are burned up.
The brains are dead.
The dogs and animals are dead.
Everybody's dead.
There's dead people in the water.
Climate change.
I find it strange.
Fairy tales for Pharisees playing hard-mined games.
It's a theater of war.
Stages set.
Legal name Trojan horse.
They ain't in a bet.
I verbally murder your military militarily.
Then I say unto you verily.
Your life is but a nightmare.
And in death your nightmare will be.
Dreams turned into reality holographically.
Fiends of common casualties.
End results a masterpiece.
You sow what you reap.
You sign the contracts you agreed.
To legally murder innocent kids in the street.
All in the name of a flag and a false feeling of peace.
The doorway home.
One of the least resistant path.
Without a sword they roam.
Fallen prey to the beast of visions damned.
Forcibly escalated invasions.
Influenced by primordial incantations.
Brought on by the one and only Satan and his agents.
Playing waiting games of patience.
A crazy train of flagrants.
*'s heinous.
Quick to say a soul and wanna be overnight famous.
Climate changes.
Weather patterns and wave manipulation.
Stabilations.
Directed energy weapon infrared laser operations.
Wildfires for hire.
In Lahaina wearing a wire.
Counterintuitive roadblocks and traffic redirected.
You'll own nothing and be happily indebted.
They killing innocent kids that's what's as to be expected.
From these quote on quote falsie leaps.
All asleep.
On a giant crystal selenite slab.
Landscaping with invisible hand.
It's miserable man.
Catch me naked with a half eaten box of cylindrical crayons.
So when I go to sleep.
I go take my next *.
It'll blend right in with your flags.
Throw your child on the pile.
No benefits.
What a drag.
We entered in through the bag.
Staying centered.
As we blend in with the class.
No sentiment for attacks.
Like someone's planting bombs on school buses at 3am.
Best believe there's gonna be mayhem.
But who could it be?
Perhaps it was a Peruvian paper mache extraterrestrial ET.
A Steven Spielberg delusion.
False Vitruvian indeed.
Caught stealing from the cookie jar.
Like a thieving abortionist.
It's really unfortunate.
Either way.
Umbilical cords get cut.
Normal stomach snorkeling.
Taking fetuses out the *.
With coke hanger wire hooks.
Baby Jesus is doused in blood.
I make unholy art that inspires crooks.
Catch my drip.
*'s fire.
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Thank you.
