History tells that truth excels through war. Bombs could be heard busting through the City of
Noir, and the Matriarchs could be heard screaming. There’s a Dungeon under the Vatican Hill.
Dead bodies, Decomposites, Ghouls, Goblins, Ghosts, Demons. Deep sea diving towards
center Earth. Metaphysics without Analytics will get you hurt. Hitler was America’s enemy. How
much was Antarctica really worth? This hole, from which ALL Mythology rose. “Hallow be thy
Name”, This Omnipotent-ish wish sending positive electric charges through our veins. This
headless horseman that continues to chase Ichabod Crane. Don’t go Sleepy Hollow. Freddy
Kruger knows the dreams of tomorrow. We struggle to tint the window pains. Nightmares on our
nightstands. Hourglasses broken by the buzzards. No one ever showed us the game plan. Just
maps and globes of what the World is suppose to look like. Demographs. Photos that appear to
be on our paths. We need compasses to keep us company. Compassionate about directions
like a Polymath.
Because Blood streams have become unclean. HIV/Aids pass through the passageways like
Halloween. The spirits of the Bayou run dry. Empty liquor bottles and love letters signed
goodbye. Not all days are as warm as we would wish. No matter how much we call upon the
comfort of the sun . . . some days we miss and heart monitors greet our loved ones at the gates.
A heavy heart to heavy to restart. Motor skills salvaged by the evil snakes. Children get trapped
in the pits. Talents buried in the graveyards where their fathers used to sit. Gods of the
Underworld. Ever stared at a mound? More than just human remains and artifacts lie
underground. So does the blueprints to this planet. Before plantations became slave stations.
Human rights didn’t have to be granted. Where you stand is your Atom. Your surroundings are
your electrons. Your apple is your appetite. The Center of the Earth is where you come from.
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