In the 12th year of the rule of Baron Von Trumphausen, I had a vision of things to come. There was a cube, with 12 edges, like 12 pillars holding up each corner of the Universe. And through each pillar was coiled a dragon. Inside the cube there was a dark sea and out of the water came a beast. Its legs were mighty and hoofed like that of a ram, it had the torso and breasts of a woman and in its hand was a great scale. The scale was weighted on one end by a basketball and a writer's quill on the other. The beast had large powdery wings like a moth and the stinging tail of a scorpion. Its head was like that of a bearded man and it wore a crown adorned with 7 ox horns. From its mouth issued forth a terrible sound like that of a multitude, causing something deep in the water to stir. The faces of the cube trembled with such force that even the dragon took notice.

The air is filled with tiny robots you cannot see  There’s trillions of them and their coached by Dick Versace  Have you ever heard of Romeo and Juliet?   I’m here to tell you it was Nanobots who wrote that shit  Versace versace versace Allante allante allante 2 chickens for the pot Go to super mercado gigante Clyde moops fucking admin fees Fluoride lead and nanobot Coney pistons my agent Slinging coneys back in Camelot Nobody knows who brought em here…maybe Bigfoot ?  Invisible drones made of photons and quantum liquids  Dick Versace was the front man he was making millions  The greatest works of human genius what he had them scribbling  Gobba gobba gobba Number 33 I go to coney title That shits nothing new to me Go call Conrad get a corduroy suit Call dick versace Trident attack salute When a banger drops in the club, thank the Nanobots They wrote King Lear, and yeah they like to jam a lot  They used to kick it with Horatio Clam a lot  And made the funky people say "god damn" a lot  He was there rocking Liszt Playing Hungarian rhapsody Nanobots were talking And grant hill said that was he Fauci fauci fauci Virus in the hair Versace never doubted Porsches in the air Yeah…”Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown”  If you think that Shakespeare wrote that you’re a clown  Bots were guiding all the players that were in the round  Bots the ones who told us bury money in the ground 

Maybe sometime you’ll figure me out Alone in the darkness, i’m needing the light Always tried for a bad crime Maybe this time you’ll figure me out No one wants to be afraid only live their life this way harder they come harder they fall Always try to look away live inside a soul estranged harder they come harder they fall Steps in the hallway i’m feeling you now Lost in the trenches i’m needing your life always tried for a bad guy maybe this time you’ll figure me out No one wants to be afraid only live their life this way harder they come harder they fall Always try to look away live inside a soul estranged harder they come harder they fall watch what you say watch what you say watch what you say watch what you say

Psycho Commie mystic sex cult Radioactive Orgone space gun Toxic fumes from alien space craft Wilhelm Reich there’s a DOR cloud hanging from your head Mass psychology of fascism Orgonomic math equations Cosmic Orgone engineering Visitors from space are coming down for you Aim your cloud busters westward And draw the wayward Orgone down Until the DORish haze subsides And radiant life returns to the sun baked soil, light springs forth from darkness Stalinite Hitlerite hoodlums in Government FDA says Orgone isn’t real Little Orgonon raised by the DEA We must break through all obstructions of the path Slow killing off of all vegetation DOR turned MELANOR eating at the mountains Rocks turning into clay, clay turning into sand Only the ORUR can stem the tide of death Aim your cloud busters westward And draw the wayward Orgone down Until the DORish haze subsides And radiant life returns to the sun baked soil, light springs forth from darkness

I was a farmer when that was new Lived my life by the millet that I grew The Annunaki Descending giants They wanted rock I was Compliant Angels, Divas, Gods, & Ghosts Extraterrestrials we serve and host Bring us wisdom from the sky We can mine your gold 'till the day we die Enki was the mischief man Water God Flood the land We worship them but to be true I only coveted the things they knew Angels, Divas, Gods, & Ghosts Extraterrestrials we serve and host If you believe in intelligent beings That suggests you know what intelligence means Sumerians invented beer You would too If you were here Enki made the waters flow Forced us to mine the gold below We brewed it strong to tame our fear That was when my human heart grew cold My future had been bought and sold And the metal had a teasing shine Incarnate of our lords divine What do aliens do with gold? They levitate and they never grow old Angels, Divas, Gods, & Ghosts Extraterrestrials we serve and host If you believe in intelligent beings That suggests you know what intelligence means The Annunaki transcend reality Magic is just unknown technology If you believe in intelligent beings That suggests you know what intelligence means

I stood transfixed, overwhelmed by the heat radiating from the soul of the beast. I fainted in fear, was reawakened by its foul stench, only to collapse again at the sight of the monstrosity. In my hour of weakness, keeled o’er in the fen, a peaceful pool appeared before my dreary eyes. It was disturbed by a mysterious essence that rippled out from its core to its perfectly obtuse shore, to ripple back upon itself in unison again. At the center the waves compounded like trumpets, a blind angel with wings of vellum and salt rose wielding a sword. She spoke: “Arise knight and your faith shall lead you”. I woke to the inward face of my shield. I had adorned it with sacred runes of safe passage, but it's icons were unfamiliar to me now. It was segmented in four by a cross. A deconstructed cube bridging dimensions. Six faces in, six faces out, twelve pillars of faith, the stars o’er olympus, the holy tribes, and my brethren knights. In one quadrant the beast, my living nightmare turned to paint, and melted before my eyes to a harmless bard with the eyes of a cat. I pondered “this may or may not be, within the cube.” I rubbed my eyes and glanced again, to see now a prince with a golden sphere halo on his crown, balanced perfectly on the round. He gestured with his arms like they weighed the decisions of the existence, moving in the paint. An illuminated swarm of spiders overtook the bard, leaving only ash, bone, and a curtain of tallow smoke. When it cleared the inky prints of a five footed beast remained. In the next quadrant, an image of a cellar door burned away to reveal a laughing imp amidst a backing of gold leaf. I reached for the amber glow only to be thwarted by the ink shifting again. The imp with glowing red eyes transubstantiated to a leather dragon, pincer clawed, casting off powder with the powerful flap of its wings. The imp’s voice shifted from the bray of a donkey to a seraphic voice; the lady of the lake! “Leave here brave knight! For none’s lust can rival that of a dragon’s for treasure!” Flame burst forth from flared reptilian nostrils. My eyes burned and welled with tears.The last image I saw in that quadrant was the oaken planks of the cellar floor, bare of all gold coin. I felt excalibur in my dexterous hand and was instantly rejuvenated. I rose and tightened the thongs of my shield to my forearm. Driven by the wisdom of M.E.R.L.I.N. I glanced upon the lower left of my shield, the sinister quadrant. The paint flowed as if still wet, and I observed the dust dragon, animated, reach its talons toward heaven and petrify to stone in its hubris. The megalith remained was instantly identifiable as the castle of a strange wizard. Its twin spires rose to the sky, well above the distant peaks of Shangri la, and gathered swirling clouds, shifting their energy to the earth. ‘Ere I was struck with virility as the spirit of the towers surged in my core, pacifying the beast. The final quadrant contained an army of bearded giants with horned helmets. Foreign kings floating just above the ground as if riding currents of wind. Friend or foe, their enigmatic strength, glowing like the stars, drove me to mount my steed and quest on again. For grail, for maze, for man and King. For Arthur and the tribes of the distant holy lands.