Existence Womb (25)

   
   "Existence Womb (25)"

Miriam wended beyond the intellect of Pascal,
Absorbing American Indian truth, thinking a cannibalistic Wendigo would make a great pal
To kick reptilian ass and free America from lying/murderous billionaire corporations--
Them run by the Satanic Nations--
Just like us; 
Specifically, many infused with fallen Nordic-like angels, now snake-like mutts,
But she couldn't save the entire world--
That is up to the Arch-Angel Saint Michael and his lightsaber-gleaming sword,
And what a swinging hue of victory
To encage the ones who have corrupted human history.
So, that night she took her Davidian pills,
Drifting into dreamland with no creepy reptilian chills,
Seeing Buck standing guard, dog-like, outside,
As if he was a Catholic Werewolf, and soon, that secret from her he wouldn't hide;
Moreover, after waking in mercy after a protracted sleep,
She cracked her rested knuckles and wiggled her joyous feet.