Existence Womb (18)

   
   "Existence Womb (18)"
   
   Roman crucifixion--archaic mind control that showcases, with much gore, what happens when a soul offers resistance--like forced and toxic sodomy (wicked phallic entrance and fluidic discharge beyond the penetration of another man's anal cavity) is America's mind control.  What if Christ had been an American?  What would the crucifix look like then?  An even more perverted piece of wood and agony--what a great, new age America--an ethnological mix of varying people that loathe each other save the Hollywood elite, where bullshit riches heal with a Wolverine-like factor.
   Miriam took her new, illegal herb-derived medicine, remembering King David's Psalm and the import of many psychoactive healing herbs by even his son, the Wise King Solomon.  Verily, she was fighting for her life against the mind control of fallen angels morphed snakeways, yet as she took out her Rosary, a mystical-styled weapon in the fight against any form of the worst and most morbid mental illness, Clinical Depression, she was immediately teleported (spiritually) into a state of melancholy--this was Tuesday, and the Crowning of Mary as Queen of Heaven was not to be meditated upon; furthermore, today she had to fix her soul upon the Sorrowful Mysteries, which frightened her own pride, and when she got to the "carrying of the cross" she focused upon Simon of Cyrene, understanding that she should pray for her enemies; plus, assist them--even Tommy, the bourgeois prick who had attempted to thieve away her hymen's intact virtue.  But even the Virgin Mary appeared to carnally active folk, so again, she hated her pride and cried wet tears a bit; next, finished the Rosary, offering up a Marian Devotion at the culmination, before blessing herself in the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
   Indeed, she should help rich boy Tommy carry his capitalistic cross that was stealing him from Paradise Gained.  It was her divine duty to release her own pride (rebellion against God) and do the sublime thing, or possibly be haunted more by the likes of slimy serpentine during her ongoing Sleep Paralysis; nevertheless, she remembered King David again, a man after God's Own Heart, knowing there can't be too much wrong in slaying a greedy, blasphemous giant hellbent on your own destruction and the values of a Multiversal God.  Tommy was not the little guy Bernie Sanders was attempting to heal, but of course he didn't have a chance to be President of the United States, for the Democratic Party wanted the coronation of a do-nothing Clinton to further appease the controlling corporations run by a wicked force of fallen angels that had already invaded, and were here, as mentioned by the bold and brave Ronald Reagan; then, he falls suddenly ill.  If only Honest Abe and his declaration of hate against prohibition blasted through the airwaves; next, the war would start, and the Good God would fight for us all save the weak-minded addicts being the ruination of legality, them only in it to chase wicked dragons, download sleazy porn, and metaphorically kill people in video games.