Myth busted your phrenology

My mental capacity myth busted your phrenology 

Seeing nostalgic Nosferatu knabbing rights

I converted to a doomsday prepper, his lithology

is porous, sedimentary, chalky, transparent yet trapping lights

Shining Christlike through barrages of unpolished 

Lex Romana, Romani salutant, las cadenas de los inocentes

Witness the old order ré-established as yesterday’s chivo expiatorio es demolished

comportamientos visibles, impulsos inconscientes

Until he wakes up too late only to fall asleep 

No cambia, solo Apocalipsis, solo aquellos que no preparados 

I ambulate by the ambivalent as calls from the deep

mental corners, of the of he who sleeps, rise, pero fue ignorado 

No podemos permitir que lo olvidan

Recordaremos, nuestros valores nos consolidan