美國微笑 · 1:58pm Jun 13th, 2015
He loves the way you do it, The Monkey.
So willing.
So unwitting.
Destroying yourself.
The Monkey sees all.
His eyes, always watching.
In his left hand, Earth.
In his right hand, Death.
You smile.
You smile and wave a rag.
Franklin, tied to a post, burning.
He screams for help.
You can't hear him.
You only know of the rag.
You covert the rag.
You smile.
You don't know what you're doing.
You can see.
But you don't know.
You ask for blessing.
You ask in song.
You receive curses.
You smile.
The Monkey, his name on everything.
Everything you own, he owns.
You don't even care.
Franklin, burning.
Burning.
Burning.
You love the linen and cotton.
You want more.
You dance around the flames as they climb higher.
You burn with him.
No pain.
You smile.
The fire, it burns you.
You fuel it with linen and cotton.
Fifty Stars blaze the blue sky.
They fall.
One by one they fall on you.
You smile.
Seven red beasts, clad in armour of zinc, nickel and copper.
"More! More! Bigger! More!"
The seven red beasts scream at you.
In their right hands, the power to destroy worlds.
In the other, chains.
Behind them, The Monkey, holding the chains.
Six white beasts, on thrones of pure gold.
They wear robes of linen and cotton.
They smile their smile of captivating beauty.
Sweet fragrance comes from their mouths.
It beguiles you.
It numbs you.
They deceive you.
You love it.
More linen, more cotton.
To feed the flames.
You smile.
Hm.
3144634
Tis' a riddle of my composition.
3146284 You made it? I was just saying 'Hm, interesting'
3146295
I did. Can you decipher it?
3148597
Can you decipher it?
3148615
No. This cypher does not involve religion.
3148619 But I do think The Monkey in this might be some kind of God
3148838
Try again. This does not involve Gods.