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​Each viral seed contains new genetic material, an alien consciousness that arcs itself into the hosts biology, thereby reprogramming the human race in alignment with the New Aeon.

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​Wordz and Images by Y.Zsigo

External references 
https://www.livescience.com/61627-ancient-virus-brain.html?fbclid=IwAR39ihbb7-XXi3fWGwVXW0BOfKUR9xx8aNLr4tUgofFsO3-rrJECdePPkR0
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​Images & Poetry Y.Zsigo
Model Nadia Luna Francesca Tofani.

From the Magikalchild Series !

​​The army of Gods attack from all directions,
Some wielding iron some wielding fear.


Others descend with psychosis,
Nets, made from madness and tears.


Still others ascend from the darkness,
Wielding heartache and dread.


Others with mute crimson harnesses,
With shackles and boots made of lead.


'You've called us' They yell and they whimper,
 To collect all the prayers that you said .


Did you think we dare not of answered,
As you lye late at night in your bed.


We are all of the dreams that you wanted,
Yet never were able to get.


We are all of the fears that have haunted,
And tortured your soul as you weeped.


So now is the time for the battle,
Now is the time we have come.


You called on our names in the chapels,
For everything under the sun.


'Take me' you cried, as you offered,
Yourself to service and bliss.


Yet how could this offering fail us,
Has everything just come to this.


Temples in ruins and tatters,
Skies marked with fire and smoke.


Seashores drowning and battered,
Cities so dark as to choke.


So how will you meet us as we come,
Full of light with the fires of revenge.


And take back those things that deceived us,
That you broke, so unwilling to mend.


And how does it feel at this hour,
When at last your destiny calls.


Like lightning that destroys the tower,
And everything crumbles and falls.


In the ash and the dust sits a master,
A meditative gaze on his face.


Then a smile breaks his lips and then laughter,
Holds himself in an endless embrace.

She has fallen into fire
Now hungrier than ever
Seduced by death’s power

The starving lustful lips
With the swing of her plump hips
From black chalice sips

Nothing is held sacred
The white flesh that lies naked
Her beauty old and faded

A promise once to keep
Blood spilled now at her feet
The scythe cuts the wheat

The words that have been spoken
The gates are ever open
The hearts strings that are broken

Beware the black pilgrim
That swollows her children
And devours her own sin

Who wretches on the hate
That now meets her own fate
Her son’s that lay castrate

Her bloodlust now enraged
Bound and cursed and caged
The war that has been waged

So now to steal her wealth
The books lye on her shelf
For she has hexed herself

And now to eat her own
The good fortune that has flown
All bloated and alone

Then last comes her Mistress
Demanding the last kiss
Returned to the Abyss

So be careful now my babies
Lest you too catch her scabies
From mothers mouths with rabies

When finished with the night
We now turn to the light
And leave them to their plight

So come home to the sun
Where all now comes undone
A New Day has begun....

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Art; Alessandro Sicioldr
Wordz; Yanu Zsigo

‘A prophetic poem for misplayed magick’

​'Everytime read is recast !'

Click on link Idiot Compassion and the Devouring Mother
https://medium.com/@andrewpgsweeny/idiot-compassion-and-the-devouring-mother-3dbe2b1dc688