Saint Putin on the Mushroom Cloud   ****semi-filler***

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Saint Putin is on the altar of cloud...
Saint Putin on the altar of atom cloud...
Saint Putin on the altar of mushroom cloud...

And in his fist are the crumbling of nation...

And he holds the Infinite Sickle...
He is going to harvest the Last Civilization...


There is nothing you can do about it,
But genetically modify the polar bears to attack...

There's going to be mammal abberations...
The trees are going to breathe out poisons...

This is the new warfare,
When the organisms can slip from one to the other...  

The human body may perish,
But the instruction of our neurons will persist...


Saint Putin, the Time Bringer...
Saint Putin, the Destruction Giver...

With his sly evil grin,
And his imperial walk into the palace,

Is he not the Last Idealogy?


Saint Putin Brain...
He's already in the message to the next galaxies...

They will comunicate to digital echoes of Saint Putin
On the clouds of aethereal connectivity...


Saint Putin,
Sunshine in the aether realm...
Dewdrops to the sinew...

And a thousand blonde virgins caressing through the pollens...

Saint Putin in the wheat of fertility...
Saint Putin in the cradle of yeast fermentation...

Saint Putin in all of our ideas and thoughts...
Saint Putin through the newness and the rot...
Saint Putin in the blinding shot...

Saint Putin in the flaming rock that is our Earth,
Left in the darkness of gigabytes traveling
Past the edge of the universe into the swallowed maze
Of time before our birth but seen through our hallucinogenic intake...

Saint Putin on the mushroom cloud,
Saint Putin in sunshine at the end.