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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required We have reached the base of the Idol where the iron is now mixed with clay a kingdom broken and fractured its lack of strength in full display There can never be any cohesion of elements weak and debased governments and religions so splintered where virtue and truth is erased Oh senate of Rome you still rule here and golden coins her decisions make the amalgamations of your religions continue the confusion you create Your churches fictions were born in Persia and your idols birth from Egypt took root from Greece and Rome your philosophy and senators who lie for money your offshoot The former fools of the court now staged the drunken revelry of Greece and Rome highly paid keep your citizens engaged is the takeout they dine on at home History now accurately documents your error the scribes no longer paid to hide your sin but every truth has been now recorded into the book of time not held by men Men live as though no record to their life exists that every reflection of our minds and thought and of our bodies not in time encased They seem as quickly to forget the place where all exist in where ever is the book of time and space consist Our inheritance millennia's of lies the table of the world of thought it has twisted the aim of the target until our own destruction will have it brought Tis the net and web that seeks to catch us the bait is saturated with wine and song a cup full drunk with its inebriation until you cannot see what's right from wrong Every conception in time has given birth to the ideology that has taken root in man it has grown into the tree that has not worth and its branches to be burned and condemned Men lavish praise on their idols for the trophies and the titles to win but if it is self service that you are seeking the table that's spread will in death end sources , Daniel COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
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