...WORMS

you are a murderer you just don't remember you will be brought up before the truth machine your conscience will be clean and then you will be shot,,,not really dead never really alive no barren womb nor fleshy hide no not of our form,menacing mouth and terrible eyes black pools of oil crystallized like those of an insect emoting nothing,the magic jumping bean the worm inside cleverly imprisoned in its food supply coming down mistook for a meteorite now standing on the ocean,traipsing about upon the land breaking all opposing hands idiots march in droves to be trampled neath it wheels,a talking statue in every home wine bread and entertainment old rome never died,its been 1939 for such a long time yet ever more subtle and with the populace practically bovine its rediculous,when all the dead rise to avenge the murdersess lies there will be such applause in the skies there will be laughter,