A torrent gushes from the serpent’s mouth wave upon breaking wave; it’s ALL fake news swiftly eroding what is left to lose. Democracy’s waterlogged corpse drifts south, a bloated mess; all waters to infuse with putrefaction, thus to breed disease uncivil war invades our fantasies; the polarized extremes now pay their dues. Propping things up: it’s what they do the best— business as usual, pawns all occupied in scaffolding facades upon the West and sculpting the friezes of fratricide… but underground, the currents cave away. Media will fail; God brings a brighter day.
And the serpent cast out of his mouth water as a flood after the woman, that he might cause her to be carried away of the flood.