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 SCORPION SLEEPER CELLS



Trained scorpions...
With deadly poisons...
Segmented cellular bodies...
With long spider-webbing tails...
Terminating in venomous stings...
Scorpion sleeper cell hunters...
Becoming the hunted...
Trained lone wolves in sheep clothing.
Funny looking bleating sheep...
Who fit so perfectly...
Into western societies.
Packs of ravenous dogs...
Dumping the current extreme political ideology...
All over the global market gardens.
Rabies induced foaming snarling pit-bulls...
Trapped in the confines of lobster pots...
Trusting scorpions with stinging tails.
Stirred up...
Pissed off...
Hornets nests...
Swarming like demented locusts...
Seeking deadly revenge...
For the rivers of spilt blood...
Sons of perdition...
Greet the dogs of war...
Sliding down smooth chalkie cliffs...
With teeth shattering...
Screeching clawing nails...
Rapid decent into Dante's Hell fires...
Riding on white horses...
Metal Flying fish...
Encased in cobalt...
Releasing radioactive cobalt-60...
Into mother earth's sensitive flesh...
Dirty ballistics bombs...
Poisoning waters with depleted uranium.
Exploding high yields of electromagnetism radiation...
Upon earth based electronic devices.
Blasting CPU's to kingdom come...
Garden states...
With tall hallow mountains...
Mourn the loss of untold masses.
Denaturalizing...
Many downtrodden states...
By the super rich elite...
Promotes hatred amongst the masses...
Singing bells...
Promoting hell...
For those on the receiving end.
Mars...
Sings with joy...
For the glorious...
Approaching global wars.
Global destruction...
Just piles of rubble...
Revenge for another pile of rubble...
Cannibalism...
For the famished...
Will eat the innocent...
For breakfast lunch and dinner.
Demonic beavers...
Using deadly defoliants...
Upon the people of other lands.
Hand in hand...
We will toil the dead land...
With Nostradamus living verses...
Crossing the ages of time...
Singing sweet Centuries melodies into our deaf ears...


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