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Exposing the world
to your vile Pricks
Ejaculating luciferian serums
Corrupting our DNA.

Raping our throats
and nostrils
Searing
our consciousness

We know
what you want Satan
to defile the holy temple
of the holy body

So it shall be
in the last days
as in the days
of Noah

You desire
to be like God
but you will never
be God

God knows our very thoughts,
You are a counterfeit
You are a fraud
who lies steals and destroys

You come
to deceive
the world
with poison

You desire to control
through Luciferace tracking,
graphene Oxide,
parasites and disease

You are a parasite
and disease
to all humanity
and to all of Heaven

You are eternally
exiled from heaven
with all your
demon minions

In your hatred rath
plan destroying
anything made
in God's image

Yahweh is still on the throne
Christ has paid the ransom
and holds the keys
to Hades and hell

Your final
Destination
Because as you know
The Lamb wins!!! ©


07/12/21

I am the lighting forking beneath the dark grey clouds

The rays of sun shinning forth through the haze

The strong wind pushing against your face and body

Bending the trees

Swirling the brown and yellow leaves

That once lay there insignificant

I am the full moon

That swirls the waters

Of your blood through your veins

The rainbow shooting through your spine

Releasing colours through your being

Awaking you from your slumber

I am mother earth in all her glory

Rocks and mountains

Crystals and minerals

Life and energy

I am a spark from the universe

Sometimes you catch it in my eyes

You feel it emanating from my body

I will share with you what I have

But you cannot take it

Do not try to destroy me

Because you want it for yourself

You will lose me forever

The young, what can you say? naive and innocent, and damm frustrating, no sense of life, always rushing in, and they know it all, until they fall, and then they ask for assistance, they show (this time) no resistance, so we help them up, (again) and help them on their way to this video game of life they play, until reality comes to call,
it's then they grow up,................. just like us all.

Can you live without expression? Can you be,,,,,, alone,,,,, not for eternity, but if you were locked within yourself for a time?, then what would you see?, reality?, defined by who? you or me? would it be then, you would feel,,,,, REAL.

we traveled together on the night train
she smiled looked across and love went straight to my brain
Her slender frame made me blush and tried to hide in shame
if i don,t find the courage to ask for her number i will be the one to blame

Its a number 666
Call me later and date can be fixed
Candy was her real and working name
when she was out working she was on the call gal game
But don,t worry she carries know bitter Shame

You see love does not run in one straight line
sometimes it can leave your heart feeling like its been stabbed with sharp needle pine
So when you take your next trip
watch out for that special gal who can turn a nice trick

My brain is confused and my life is so empty
if only i could find love and romance i would have plenty
If your reading this now and want to respond
Its free to message me without paying out cash or applying for a bond

Why am i lost when i want to belong
to find the place i need to keep searching and have to be strong
My life is surrounded by people who feel totally wrong
I have to keep restraint and not loosen my tongue


I only want some love inside of my heart
if only i could find her it would be a start
just someone caring that makes me feel real
then my heart would mend and then finally heal


If your reading this and know this could be you
send me a wink or message which would give me a clue
I would love to find you in time for new year
and embrace and kiss you as we both say happy new year

And Taylor wrote, "When heaven intends to do some mighty thing, he makes a poet - or at least a King, and those that deny will find the way, by wondrous accident perchance one may,
Grope out a needle in a load of hay;
And though a white crow be exceedingly rare,
A blind man may, by fortune, catch a hare.

Or ride a horse in quarantine, no covid-19!

All the rich men say
I think I'll plow my hobby garden today
Then I'll clean and wax my hobby 57 Chevrolet

We'll drink champagne
And play cards a lot
While out sailing on our hobby yacht

I wouldn't want anyone's feelings to be hurt
So I'll show up to shake hands on Sunday
At my hobby church

Then we'll make reservations at our hobby restaurant
We're so humble and modest
Our hobbies always look so nonchalant

We'll always be know as man and wife
Though we're not married to each other
Cause it's easier to be married to a hobby life

When the wind blows again
Yes when the summer wind begins to blow
I will sing a love song for you
Soft and mellow

When the summer sun rises in the early morning skies
And you open up your eyes
And while your head lays gently on your pillow
I'll sing a love song for you soft and mellow

Later on in the day we will steal away
For a walk in the emerald green meadow
Mother nature will hum along I just know
As I sing a love song for you soft and mellow

there is a love
made of granite
for Bobby and Janet
it's a love
made of stone
that few may have known
and takes that form
from dusk 'til dawn
on the revolving planet

there is a love
made of timber
for Sully and Kimber
its a love
carved from wood
you'd take if you could
and it's been that way
for ever and a day
and may it remain so limber