Singing Liberation Cut-Up Blues # 49

Holy ones did sacred invocations 

Revealed secrets of Revelations

abomination of desolation

Touched every nation

earth fell to degradation

virus brought isolation

Inconceivable fear desperation

Finance world engaged in speculation 

people sought an explanation 

A new covenant and restoration

The virus targeted their respiration

Gasping, dying, choking, suffocation 

No wind, no breath, or exhalation

dead masses burning in cremation

people rose in demonstration

Life's normality rituals faced cancelation

those in power did calculations

sick, poor, homeless, sent into deprivation

For many, it was the end of civilization 

fake news, no honest education 

The human species faced annihilation

continued blindly worshipping accumulation

Worshiping online malls without destination

Engaging endless forms of manipulation

As the dying gasped with each inhalation

the virus then spread across the population

the government lost; there was no preparation

the virus was mysterious had no inoculation 

lords of power then issued declarations

kings in robes demanded tribulation

Panic induced agony and hyperventilation

No anesthesia, sick conscious on ventilation

Politicians passed no beneficial legislation

people died far and wide across each nation

The human species and life not in right relation

earth a desperate scream of resignation

Ancient ones cried tears of contemplation

Natures language spoke without translation

Masses blinded propaganda interpretation

rich in bunkers danced, laughing in jubilation

wished to kill off most of the population

marginalized poor knew only exploitation

Many died of war, thirst, sickness, starvation

Biological warfare saw endless proliferation

Dead bodies stacked high in refrigeration

Health care workers died in their occupation

Where the virus came from, no explanation

people confused their rights faced revocation

What was left for the younger generation?

The animals, fish, birds of creation?

Became virtual reality hallucinations 

a world destroyed in flames of conflation 

Mind electrodes implanted in implementation

surveillance world danced in elation

Those in power said congratulations

People engaged in fortification 

Slaves to their ejaculation

No more truth, just fabrication

Peace and love, no articulation

Stars fell from black skies, no constellations

Four horsemen death riders Revelations

Struck down far and wide across nations

plague touched all without discrimination 

People saw no peace or cooperation 

life-giving earth, there was no preservation

From hell, for all, there was no vacation

Burroughs prophecy foretold of  desolation

Nietzsche's prophecy nihilism transvaluation

He went mad no one listened to his revelations

Vile deprived engaged in violent devastation

The world's resources depleted by corporations

Amazon burned, crying an abomination

Loved ones taken to camps for reeducation

Indoctrinated into nihilism, human degradation

See-through this dream hallucination

Love before the end of creation 

No time to take a vacation

Must have a pure loving motivation 

As the illusory world burns away all nations

We choke on shit our defecation 

Seeking to understand, there is no explanation

Stop understanding AH spontaneous liberation

Seek not then arises true treasure revelations

Love now or face the abomination of desolation

Singing' these death virus blues of devastation

Mourning the earth, living, dead, and creation

It is cause and effect. We need education

End the empty dream illusion of civilization 

House is burning no time for relaxation 

Awaken into truth and everlasting liberation

Find refuge in a path leading to liberation

love-filled sails cross seas suffering for liberation

Return until all sentient beings have realization

Till then, singing end-time blues revelations 

Singing poems across illusory burning nations

Prostrating to Love that takes no vacation

Humbled by life Revelations

Grateful empty life love vocation 

Singing empty dreams, life death creation

No fixed time, no space, no location

Hear my abiding soundless 

song of liberation!

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Etched in blood, death, and life by David Penn Trinley Arndt in 2021. In a dream, Burroughs raised me from the dead. Burroughs said to follow the rhyme for "Desolation" mixed with a few Cut-Ups and see where it leads. I would have preferred to go back to sleep, but Burroughs had his shotgun. I followed his instructions, and these words came. I wrote them down and went back to sleep.