by Glenn Fairman 10/5/16
The Oracle has born witness. If you listen to the voices beneath the surface of Political Life, there is a torrential cacophony of fury ascending skyward. Like blood boiling in stagnant waters, it fills our nostrils while our consciences are shocked into stark incredulity.
That our days should come to such evil is perhaps the curse we have warranted for desiring sleep and forgetfulness over austere vigilance in the weighty things of Men. The Constellations point… to signs and wonders as America vibrates towards critical mass.
We know not what the vision portends, for the prophetess has sealed her eyes and extinguished her lamp. We only know that the days are waxing momentous beyond all measure, and that she trembles in the darkness for having witnessed the utterance she dare not reveal.
Glenn Fairman returns from the wilderness with a (big) bang and writes from Highland, Ca.
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