WHEN WILL THE DROUGHT END TEZCATLIPOCA?

This government is a beast of smoke and mirrors perched upon a blood dripping altar that sits on top of a ziggurat that was built from bones of meta-media-psycho- physical phantasmagoria integrity. The top soil has blown away to an alien god’s domain. There upon the pinnacle of our temple stands our God Emperor making sacrifices to an alien God from an alien land. Look at the jaguar claw dagger in his hand that once symbolized the power over light and darkness. A knife blade balanced between life and death where the God Emperor consecrated the sacrifice with one thrust into the body of a sanctified virgin upon the day proceeding the night of the thirteenth full moon at the cycles end. These days the sacrifice occurs after every full moon and the sacrifice is always political scapegoat; a virgin upon the steps of political manipulation.
This God Emperor and his government have embraced the sorcery of propaganda twisted with dogma concealed behind the illusion of control. The jaguar claw dagger held within the hands of his priests and advisers has been plunged into the flesh of this nation in an exhibition of short term gain that lead to universal entropy. The victims of this God Emperor’s regime have woken to find their internal organs have been removed while priests of economics have proclaimed that this is the will of the Gods and the rains shall come to pass.
Where is the holiest of hollies, our favourite God, Democracy? It was lost within a jungle where deadly sound bites and superstitious photo ops devoured and butchered Democracy. Democracy was burnt down to its bones then sold and finally leased back. New temples rose up upon the bones of Democracy with the God Emperor’s priests proclaiming the rebirth of Democracy. The people of the empire were not allowed to participate for the priests had read the signs inside these new temples where they birthed diseased entrails that the priests entwined into the fabric of the land, which thus spread a growing blindness within the hearts of the people. The people's minds were twisted into believing the priest's revelations that this land is a paradise. Every non-victim living in the empire received three parrot feathers that were promised by the God Emperor to keep away fear and starvation.
The people wept to the God Emperor and his Government to end drought. The God Emperor sent forth his priests of words who cast spells upon the people that made them believe that water levels were higher than ever before, although, one could see the skulls at the bottom wells. All the while the people's blood was dripping and running to the Gods that did not answer. All the while the blood of the priests and the royal elite's were exempt from sacrifice.
The skies were clear like a grave newly dug where the earth could only crumble and crack. It's been so long since rain fell down upon the land. In this same time the rain of blood has become heavier and heavier. The drought has not ended, but the God Emperor proclaimed that waters were flowing everywhere.
One only needed to look at the colour of what flowed through the veins of this land to understand the truth. A truth so red it screams the name; the beast of smoke and mirrors.