The
Mason Lodge is perched on an urban hill
In
a rural area, corner lot,
A perpendicular
metropolis
Similar
to the corner of a television screen
That
stares with a single eyeball,
Top
of the pyramid eyeball
Like
13 stages of man.
The
pyramid is now a child’s fort
Charged
by FEMA.
And
there are guns in Big Brother’s tent,
UN
righteous tent
Full
of justice which is quite
Different
from equality.
Staged
camps run in circles
As
people circulating from Connecticut
Run
in sound waves of glory.
It’s
an entertaining stage,
A
Shakespearean tragedy.
God
is on the Capulet balcony,
And
we are all rotating around a sun,
Brother
sun.
And
our pyramid dollar will surely collapse
And
China will surely follow—
Disciple
following—
A board
game for a new Odyssey
A
disciple of a new God.
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