Nephilim Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

They have killed the seminal rain
Took away all the lightening
Now we only have happiness
Heal my sorrow you shills of gold
We huddle together in the planned cold
Hour of madness ending
Hour of awakening

Into the vaults where minds subside
Get your chacras opened
See the outlines of ancient shadows
They have solved nothing
Knowledge turns into prisons
Genetically modified life
We are the outsiders

Do you hear the drills of Neptune?
Tiny machines in the brain
Trance armies of the drone nation
Parley like the Nephilim, clones
Ancient race doomed in the flood
Let me die when it is my time
No cyber savior shall rule

The desert blooms like a shaman
From the outside comes a voice
The angels are warring
The world is in chains
Their happiness is illusion
Liaison over
Let the rain pour like tears

The Nephilim come again