Do you remember 2020
When the world was Covid crazy
And those in power
Did everything to fuel the fear
Enrich themselves and ultimately harm billions
And kill tens of millions?
I do. I remember their death cult.
And I clearly remember
It was a time of mass hysteria for willing sheep.
What is the justice
For such a massive lie?
So far nothing,
But I wouldn’t bet my life on that.
(7/29/26)
MORBID-19
Gain of function? *
Fauci says it's fiction **
So without hesitation
I embrace salvation
First shot
Globalist propaganda
What's their agenda?
Trusting the media
I welcome mRNA
Second shot
Side effects appear
Should I mutineer?
As I wrangle my fear
The next jab I cheer
Third shot
Again they stab my vein
I feel an intense pain
Clots invade my brain
God I invoke but in vain
Fourth shot
Am I being foolish?
Swimming in a Petri dish
My free will I relinquish
One more dose to finish
Fifth shot
Now and forever
I am a cadaver
Notes:
* Gain of function (GOF) is research to make a pathogen x10 to
x100 times more dangerous than normal.
** Anthony Fauci; infectious disease expert, director of NIAID,
funded Coronavirus GOF research in Wuhan lab in China.
A DAY TO REMEMBER
(COVID 19)
It is said everyday,
When God created this land,
He visited the land everyday,
He returned every night to rest as his demand,
One month for a dozen to another chapter, darkness covered the entire world, on the special day of God, which was Sunday.
A giant archenemy with his Excalibur and Shaft killed 128,343 people, the rest cannot be mentioned.
That was when the virile of the world became weak from that day,
Heroes and miniature were being penned like animals, including the Presidents as lockdown was declared,
When did paradise became hell,
When did our own land became our enemy,
Grotesque, troll, Mighty trees and it infant corn were completely pulled out as it fell,
The effect and cause was known but its cure was anonymity.
This poisonous poignant bell kept on sounding and gallant and mogul were falling like an ant at the sound of its bell
It was a day to remember, for it reminded the world of the pain of agony
Her trace of terror remains in every home.
The fear of death lingers wherever she roams.
Although improved and four years removed,
We will always remember her tyrannical rule;
And never forget medics who labored gallantly
To halt the evil beast of death and travesty.
Cautions & portions
Obstruction & destruction
Rules & fools
Obligation & deprivation
Nervous & resurface
Alterations & expectations
Voiceless & choiceless
Isolation & seperation
Radical & fanatical
Uncertainty & disharmony
Solitude & disquietude
'The Bearer of Bad News'
All around you lay
The sick and the dying,
Calling out for help
While you go on denying
Unmasking legions
Misleading crowds,
Basically handing them
Their own death shrouds
You are no authority
You are no physician,
Just a man abusing
His mighty position
Responsible for those
The pandemic did kill,
All the while denying
And doing it still
No more ears listen to
The bearer of bad news,
I wouldn't want to be
The wearer of your shoes.
Masked
No, I m not talking about covid-19
Which affected everyone from old and teen
I am talking about the mask which hid the face
Yes, the false which was misplaced
I am talking about the mask
That hid the evils
The truth which is being dug
The reality which is being coated
Don't we have the rights to know the truth?
Imagine how many devils
Are wearing a mask
Sugar coating us
Till we go blind
In some versions they are masked with glory
In other versions their task is yet
But still, they leave, some with coats of honour
Some with crowns of ashes
Questions unanswered and stories untold
The sting of their absence licking on the presence of their past
The abysmal depth of their silence ostracizing emotions of those left behind from basic reality
Demons smiling, angels on duty
Heavens shaking, earth succumbing
The stage is a metaphor,
Crowded with symbols
Left by those who will never speak
Still they keep leaving, in the most abrupt demeanour
Some with a forewarned salute, some with mystery
Either way, the pain is excrutiating
Trumpets are blowing
There is commotion in the earthly courts
Waters are meandering with destinies and changing courses
Tears are waterfalls.
Sobs and confusions interlock in the weaving of sanity
No one here is exceptional.
This one is no man's game,
This wave moves like rooks with lurking eyes and a ghostly hunger.
No time to say goodbye
The world is weeping
Heavens please,
Forgive us
E.L.E.
Gain of function?
Fauci says its fiction
So without hesitation
I embrace salvation
First shot
Government mistrust
Big pharma bloodlust
Yet in science I trust
Take the vaccine I must
Second shot
Another jab I allow
Side effects follow
Vaccine in me I know
Makes my blood glow
Third shot
Again they stab my vein
I endure a lancing pain
As clots invade my brain
God I invoke but in vain
Fourth shot
Am I being foolish?
Swimming in a Petri dish
My free will I relinquish
One more dose to finish
Fifth shot
Now and forever
I am a cadaver
E.L.E. : Extinction Level Event!
People flying white papers with no words
For the truth is plain to see
Against the red flag stained with blood
Once trapped in caves despite their plea
With no unchained light at the end
By the bear faced dragon named Xi
Whose ancestors oppressed the faith of light
We’ll find the light of the free
Lushi poem in the English language
Thoroughly, the horror is weird
Yet, there is a sense of its nonsense
Thoroughly, it scattered
Yet, it teaches how to gather
The horror that improves memories
The horror that brings back the lost love
The horror that tied back the loosed
The horror that opens every closed eye
The horror that explains the worth of life
The horror that proclaims the hidden saint
The horror that enhances social life
The horror that thought everyone
The Lord's prayer is "our father who art in heaven"
The horror that reminds all of the hygiene
The situation that is divinely manipulate
To manage the universe's favour
Now the doom is fading
But still living in remnants of fog
Managing blind seeing
Speaking in a sharp blunt voice
In fewer actions strong thought
Yelling in a quiet-loud sound
Who planted our hue and cry?
Our hands or nature?
The meteor from our faces can't baptism us
But the angelic from the unknown planet
COVID 19
why are we receiving
surveys
Everyone
blames COVID 19
for poor service
I
Once we prayed for fatigued hands
Jesus, Yahwah Rophikah, healer
He had previously helped heal Carmelo
God had been faithful to Hebrews
In the desert, in Canaan, in wars
Yahwah Nissi, Our Banner
The One who wins victories for us
He is faithful even if we are not
( 2 Timothy 2:11-13)
II
LORD, we glorify Thee, In three Persons -
Elohim: Father, Son, The Most Holy Spirit
Yahwah Tsidkennu, who makes us Righteous
Yahwah Shalom: He alone offers Peace
Yahwah Rohi, our Good Shepherd
Yahwah El Shaddai, the Mighty One -
We thank You for You are Good
There is no shadow or darkness in Thee
Bathe Lisa Ricci, her family, us ... In LIGHT
Amen, in Jesus's Great, Matchless, Name
She left me feeling breathless.
All it took was just one kiss.
I never thought the girl I love
could make me feel like this.
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