Existence Womb (12)

   
   "Existence Womb (12)"
   
   Miriam thought of the Mujahideen in Afghanistan and how the Brotherhood of Evil, fueled by the Saudi Arabians continued during W.'s watch, oil for weapons and bullshit, THE CLASH punk rockers mystically united with 1980's truth, resonating futureways, and now, ISIL ranked quasi-eternal by Twitter, Facebook, and all the reptilian propaganda to further propel the celebrity of us unknowns--Barbara Walters does not know the most 15 fascinating people; God has his own celebrities, and this wicked thirst to be personally celebrated and heard while not minding the existence of God--a Multiverse is definitely behind the Big Bang (just a weak theory), proving Aquinas' point of exterior propulsion blasting consciousness into super-symmetrical creation, knowing the Multiversal God was:  SIMPLY--ALWAYS HOLDING ON--WILLED BY WICCA-LIKE BELIEF--JESUS BOASTING ON BELIEVING--EXISTENCE CRAFTED BY BELIEVING, even before the conception of the lesser gods and their superior cognizance.
  Still, Miriam was relieved by the truth of it all.  The reptilians, that snake in Eden's sanctuary, God can't even take a nap for Christ's sake, and their Trojan Reptile slithers on in, full of worse than Pandora's Box--them Greek gods always doing hanky-panky and full of prank playing mischief, when the 13th god of them Nordics was true mischief, yet full of jocularity to entertain, while Satan entertains not, even losing the name of Lucifer, as went his further blasphemy to not submit to man, an assistant of God's lonely experiment.

"Saint Uriel the Arch-Angel of Justice--please, I beg of you, come to me!!!" Miriam invoked the bravest and boldest, though knowing, unlike Raphael, Uriel was not keen with a sense of humor.    

And she sang:

All the metaphors of life are contained in a season of Seinfeld,
And Saint Nicholas mutated a freak reindeer for Christmas to be healed;
Alas, I still believe in the fruitcake magic of a God making Earth's lifeforce mostly beetles,
For what good is the flu shot if you can't trust the government and children are phobic of needles;
Moreover, Mother Russia with NATO nukes on their perimeter
When Kennedy went wacky after Cuba nearly got a nuclear scimitar;
Regardless, swing the slow turtle in the breeze,
And know that death is enlightenment if it is birthed from the glamour of long-suffering ease.