Watchers watching you

   "Watchers watching you"

   Gnomes sent to do gnome shit, minus the Santa beard, as platinum as perfect.  Their octaves weak and not in super-symmetrical sync with absolute truth.  Flat on bed--they torture; thus, they will be tortured ten times as much, even blotted out.  Always loved liquid paper.
   The seed spits, brothers in a vacuum, sucked vortex-ways in a cranium crunch.  It goes crunch, and Nestle does not manufacture it, or maybe.  They fear the White Russian--their fear forges the Dude, and no--he doesn't need a weasel in the bath water; however, Shakespeare, or better yet, Francis Bacon loved tragedy giving a womb's wondrous birth to a bard's shining star comedy, always in a glowing gel with tranquil sublimity.
   No balm.  Raphael always carries balm born in the heavens.  No communication.  Still, some are spoken to beyond the visible.  Some have been programmed before even their immortal candle was lit by the One, True God.
   Remember the ancient text concerning David, when he was tricked into counting his men, having no need to do so.  And it voices:  "God was offended."