There's no way to describe it,
No way to conceal or hide it,
You can see darkness under my eyes,
Upon my face.
I'm thinking about my friends,
The ones in the middle and,
On both ends,
I'm in this place sometimes,
I just don't want to be.
Its not really that different,
What makes me, me,
Or of what makes you, you,
You have to step outside of yourself,
Long enough to see.
There is this entire picture painted,
envisioned individually each unique,
this magnificent masterpiece,
the final supper which so now reveals the truth !!!
It's not really so different,
what makes me, me,
or too different what makes you, you,
dining each day upon this supper bite by bite,
Revelations more quickly coming true,
In the end so always revealed when ch can never forever hide,
All truths.
Reckonings,
so forget not yee each reside in Glass Houses,
hidden, unshared, imperfect, human, flawed,
All, we share each these not so pretty truths.
Let's get into the details now,
Buckle up,
Bite the apple,
Let's ride on into this game straightforward towards his home,
These details where he so does reside,
There is power in the written word,
Geamatria,
Symbolic inspired numerical proofs of knowledge,
Channeling only inspired when in tune this powerful knowledge heard.
Twisting and turning,
The galaxy of the electrical synaptic mind itself,
Sifting and rearranging through these electrical storms
this visionary masterpiece of art,
I witness these days as such within now upon such I do report,
No other way can I be,
I am who I am.
Don't play the game if division,
Letting others makes what should be your decisions,
Wasted time is life lost forever,
You gave away!
There are Institutions in place,
All around us today,
That will reach outstretched for your hand to take it all away.
All away,
We are all slipping so fast,
so far away,
All away,
Slipping further and faster,
Exponentially increasing speeds towards destiny,
Every second of every day.
We need to give time time,
The patience calming in the mind,
Which otherwise wants to run of,
to the races everyday,
When we all keep playing,
These social networking games,
Further freedoms given away each and every day.
The time in the mind racing faster and faster towards destiny giving her secrets in our freedoms away playing silly social networking games.
The former president and a former Chief of Staff,
An LCD on the wall like word games at Play,
The largest word the most common chatter across the world wide web,
this gets more serious each and every day.
This gets more serious each and every day.
If an iceberg was a pyramid submerged,
Floating in the water the all-knowing eye puring as a periscope, a point of view,
When you see the tip of the iceberg yourself your quantum neural network holography at work a projection of so much more you can read into about what is submerged and down below.
With what we are told and we know to be truths,
Just think of those things of which not we know,
To realize that this has to be a fact of this day,
You have to question who is in control?
You have to question what is control?
You have to question why we need control?
Social engineering,
manipulation done so wicked, evil, smoking, flesh now burning searing,
and all through the powerful sin of greed for control,
this abstract invisible thing just like Tolkien and his ring,
someone to chase it forever,
some want to wear it, and most forever just to forever hold.
This abstract, invisible, intangible concept of a beast we call control.
We all know that this exists, without a doubt.
But when you counter balance this with God,
All of a sudden those Human full of doubt.
Faith versus control,.
Control versus faith,
Do you believe in destiny ???,
Or laying prone needlessly wasted,
So that you lay your own soul now to waste?
Evil, now waste !!! (echo)
In my mind,
I see today,
like Amazonian tribes,
List lives,
Over lies,
Wicked fire evil fell from the sky,
The alin is you and I,
No one left to tell the tales,
Killed and wasted countless tribes,
Countless Vietnamese lives,
Cambodian lives,
How do you justify?
How do you justify
What happen d to the people if the famous temple and city in Vietnam named un ghan kor?
I have a piece of this history I suspect,
I've been doing much research,
These former pieces I own from a left over trash been if an estate sale,
Taken almost without a doubt,
Without permission by some so "privlidged" given too much authority, unchecked permissions,
Abuse, this tip of this iceberg our national treasures here at home,
So much disregard and disrespect,
Silly, selfish, sickening, ghoul like souled goons!!!
From a time and place so far away,
How else would it have been pillaged in the 60's ???,
Makes Brandon's role in Apocolyse Now, look sweeter everyday,
Sweeter every day.
Who were the villagers of Angkor Wat, Cambodia?
There is so much unknown,
truths,
again submerged,
hidden in Networks down below,
This evil web Shakespeare wrote of which we weave,
so many separate villages completely decimated,
this perceived enemy wicked erased permanently in an instant,
How safe are you each do you do think now in your own home?
DEW you understand ???,
REALITY NOW !,
NOT, "GODS FINGER" PROMISED,
BUT CARRYING A HAMMER OF DESTRUCTION AND POWER WITH IT,
"Gods Hand"!,
connected to a beam of light,
A powerful forearm of driving force,
concocted power of man,
this evil punches with devastation,
An all seeing eye upon that other end.
Target and lens of origin always somehow connected,
When the tables turn the trail is all digital and done seemingly invisible in the end,
Scoff not at what you do not know,
These powerful words of wisdom, screaming for you to pay attention,
The numerology of words,
STUDY SOURCE
Geramatria !!!
AGAIN !!!
Who now is in CAontrol???
The same channels and conduits,
those that think they know all,
see all,
and will soon again do it,
the flexible Deep State,
next your their enemy,
NUMBERS ONE !!!
The Truth revealed,
The all seeing eye,
The Hadron Collider,
Quickly revealing sciece previously unlocked so shared,
Billions so spent and yet somkuch again unknown,
Departmentalization,
Secrecy, specialization,
All work of the lower class submerged,
So a foundation of broken backs all built upon from down below,
All the knowledge abused,
The citizens so used,
Just to entertain a handful so very few.
Are you that Judas tonight ?
Not the one each in reality we knew,
so long ago he swung,
but as history has portray,
which we think we each trust and so surely know.
If that story right,
betrray not your family or your friends, a politician your fellow citizens,
Your personal voted for you constituents,
Through peace this violence can soon end,
first an evil cleaning sweep of all blackness,
Please leave these wrongdoers swinging,
Corpses rotting,
Pigeons and crows feasting,
A reminder of just what abuse of power,
An oath to office broken,
Instantly now treasonous,
I cannot defend ! ! !
There will be peace for certain,
When we pull down each and every curtain,
treasonous gallows swinging full of wisdom quiet still toes down pointed quiet, all so peaceful quiet in that end.
No such thing as power or control,
It's all TEMPORARY,
everything force fields of energy at play,
Extraordinary,
Temporary,
CHOOSE on which side now quick you so shall PLAY !!!
THE HOUR IS UPON US,
WE ARE HORUS,
WE ARE ABHOUROUS,
WE KNOW ABOUT YOU EACH INDIVIDUALLY.
DON'T MAKE YOUR PROFILE COMMENTS PUBLIC,
FROM THE FEDERAL RESERVE FROM ME TO YOU,
It's unbelievable today the amount of ridiculous tuning,
And even in the singing of all these tunes !
Ringing resonating eventually disappationg don't waste it hear life ringing savor it make it count worthwhile standing bearing honor for a principled life doing always what's proper and stomping out those that choose the BLACKNESS = IGNORANCE LACKING LIGHT !
THE THIEF,
HE will steal you away in that blackest cloak of Darkness found within,
after long and many leaving you empty sins,
STRIKES THIS WICKED DRAGON THIEF IN THE NIGHT !
