 Ancient rain, at the illusion world that has come into the existence of world that exists secretly as meanwhile the humorous Nazis on television will not be as laughable but be replaced by silent and blank TV screens at this time. The dead nations of Europe and Asia shall cast up the corpses from the graveyards they have become. But today the ancient rain falls from the far sky. It will be white like the rain that fell on the day Abraham Lincoln died. It shall be red rain like the rain that fell when George Washington abolished monarchy. It shall be blue rain like the rain that fell when John Fitzgerald Kennedy died. They will see the bleached skeletons that they have become. By then it shall be too late for them. All the symbols shall return to the realm of the symbolic and reality become the meaning again. And in the meantime, masks of life continue to cover the landscapes now. On the landscape of the death, earth, the Luftwaffe continues to fly and evokes bargains through the asphalt skies of death. It shall be black rain like the rain that fell on the day Martin Luther King died. It shall be the ancient rain that fell on the day Franklin Delano Roosevelt died. It shall be the ancient rain that fell when Nathan Hale died. It shall be the brown rain that fell on the day Crispus Aptus died. It shall be the ancient rain that fell on July 4th, 1776 when America became alive in America. The ancient rain is beginning to fall again. The ancient rain fall and remains alive was on the day Custer died. The ancient rain is the source of all things. The ancient rain knows all the secrets. The ancient rain illuminates America. The ancient rain shall kill genocide. The ancient rain shall bring death to those who love and feel only themselves. The ancient rain is all colors, all forms, all shapes, all sizes, the ancient rain known only to itself. The ancient rain, the ancient rain killed all the dinosaurs and let one dinosaur skeleton to remind the world that the ancient rain is nations that have died in the ancient rain, nations so that they can see the culture of the living dead they've become. The ancient rain falling on America now. It shall kill DW Griffith and the Klu Klux Klan. Hollywood shall die in the ancient rain. This nation was born in the ancient rain, July 4th, 1776. The ancient rain shall cause the Continental Congress to be born again. The ancient rain is perfection. The ancient rain cured the plague without medicine. The ancient rain has vindictive. The ancient train drops our volcanoes. And in one moment destroyed Pompeii and brought Caesar down. And now Caesar is fallen. The Roman Empire is no more. The ancient rain falls silently and secretly. The ancient rain leaves mysteries that remain. And no man can solve. I got those Anthropocene. Anthropocene. Crystal ball, ghosts of the extinct ones coming after me. Rubble coming, coming after. Manifest, manifest, manifested destiny. Crystal ball, what did I wipe down by a cement factory? Anthropocene. Blue spectrum events, murderous events. Goods out the long. Sky of flames, stars aligned for the non-rational dispute. A long forgiving and then reckoning. A long, long who forget? Would she, would they, would he, would mothers and fathers forgive? See the big picture forgive? Ethna, bring up and we do holy ritual. And turn the dark continent in the cross-dream of liberation. But there in collective grown longer, longer grown. You want psyche? You cross the world together. Sing of victims and crime you curse. Loose without your spirit and all. In this time, oh, sorry, sorry, sorry, hominid. Sorry, sorry, sorry, hominid. While you're up against all, all, all of it. Murder, detail, all of it. Oh, come, oh, come. Washed in the blood, ripped again of blood. Assumption of bodies. Oh, lift, oh, lift. Broke down into violence. Gives in shells of hatred, proud to wear by the week. And damned room for poetry. This is 59, 59 for rest, for rest, for sucker arrive. When they say coming, when they say never coming, then arrive. Eruption arrive, arrive. How many guns can you buy today? Locked in a chaos, like fever, a car. Yours or mine, turning around his word in the mouth, trying to get outside. Language is bald, gone south. What forgiveness? Man takes it down inside. Legion of terrorism this land. And insulated Americans or saturated. These are the holders. These are the holders. Oh, blessings come, oh, come, oh, come, oh. Dark land come, oh. Help me, Jesus. Help us, Jesus. Help us, Buddha. Help us, Yahweh.