Icke has been quite neglected; an askew situation that must be rectified. Recall his punctuation? I repost here for you, in his memory, his famous poem.
In abjuration, the wet seedy horror unmasks itself
Soul to Face, Orbis and Atlas
The glossy pearly pearl-like white dagger into the flesh
(Pulp if you prefer, i prefer flesh)
Textured in form-firm purity, oh cracked orb!
Scooped in semi-lunis or divided and ravaged?
Mended? Never. Consumed and halted.
Lonely rind with termination left not complete.
Carcass left on the bone dry to whither yet not to cease.
Does the unbroken fleshy-flesh, not firm-form with pearly-pearl whites
Drop of sorrow like the orb sheds?
No cares not and sends rind to putridity
Who are the melon-eaters? I ask.
What are they, and what is their task.