This is from The herz of East and West, as they where mine. My heart, torn out, a feuer started in the cavity. New feuer ceremony, an Aztec ritual to restart The Sun. I became behind enemy lines, of The Wizard of Oz, The smaragd City, the green of which is its deceit. Found a mass gravesite, near the original Wicked Witch of East’s Uranium Vein. I never saw her, found high quality uranium there, sculpted, quartz as teeth in a skull. Gravesite from sexual terrorism, underground Gold fueling, sexual terror cells, all viable from atmospheric and military satellites. Spilt, while moving to safe...