As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
Take up a dirge for New Amsterdam that vessel of nations watered by the seas. A ship of pirates and rapine upon which the world has been gleaned.
She said, "Let down our nets and let us harvest the world" for our ocean view is our right to commerce.
We have financed a vast plantation and made a gulag of the lands. We dispense in loan and gain even more for ours is the commerce of trade.
We have looted and pillaged our own blood and sold them to plantation for profit. We have erased them and replaced them for a people not even our own.
There was a candle which was about to be lit but it was covered before it was found. There was a passage about to be lit and that was the question which the Prophet was asked.
Behold the debt, the debt, the debt, higher than Babel to the heavens. New Tyrus you are by the shores of the waters that were scraped of your grandmothers bones to build upon tin and seabed, your mother's banking, and found a new guild in the mystery to make a new world your new slave trade, as you traded in slaves and more slaves.
Slavery has been fodder from your founding. The Irish, the Scot, then the African, then Europeans rendered to a wilderness to pioneer and now they are all sewage to your banking flush.
Flush you are in the immense toilet of your reservoirs, septic in your greed and waste. You are no human, you are an immortal thing, not fit for the grave, unfit for eternity, but interned in hell.
Hell it is for death becomes you, for death is what you have sown. The fires rise and the ashes fall. What is this rainbow now an ash cloud, where the breath of it is not asked, "Is this stench New Amsterdam I cough or is it the ash of a corpse rendered like the dust", for it is all there is to breathe.
Will the sea reclaim you? Will the river wash you to the channel? Will you be the sediments that ships anchor into as the dirge is wagged upon the tongues of those in port there, "This was the great city of trade and commerce which the world was owned by and the world lusted for. Where is she now, now that the ashes have become fertilizer for the wild vines which now people her glassy streets."
Ezekiel the Prophet
26, 27, 28
Beware the incest for the visitation is there come first. Beware the reckoning of all those who have gone down to Egypt comes after.
Nuff Said
