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eradication of the new world screw worm began with
stem cell research.Cochliomyia hominivorax the new world screw worm
is a threat to all humanity.
It can undermined  the effects of generations
of people across the world. A flesh eating parasite
that only wishes to thrive and survive off
off mammals. Maggots burrow into the sjin of
warm blooded animals. Gene editing and male only lines
Researchers are utilizing genomic resources to
 identify genes linked to host-seeking behavior 
and sex determination.Scientists at facilities like
 the New World Screwworm Program have
 developed transgenic, male-only strains of the fly.
 This prevents female flies from developing in the 
lab and streamlines the release of sterile males. 
Biotech Partnerships: Institutions like Texas Biomed
 are collaborating with private biotech firms to
 develop next-generation biological
 suppression technologies.

The Womb of Time

The womb of time. 
It’s a comical concept. 
Comical in a way of deflective desperation leaking out of the cage of my pores. 
Comical in a way of pleaded abscond for an imaginative haze of a malformed paradise. 
Comical in a way of plagued persecution to the oppression of my shards. 
The indigo of the infinite blinds me with a clarity that deceives the wound of my dune.
The desolate certainty to my porcellanitic skin stretches in my ears as I surrender to fate.
The arch of my feet revise the pattern of the engraved, arctic fragments of your permanence. 
I find my days blending together; a unition of the void’s contorted chains, embedded with the velvet coax of my blood. 
The deliberate, eradication of isolation rings in my ears; a vibration of torturous branding.
The piano notes cry desertion down the hollow of my throat; an echo of futile promise. 
The path of my violent fragility demands austere through my follicles; a frugal of fatal mortality.
The womb of time. 
Get me out. 
The womb of time.
Let me stay.
The womb of time. 
Hold me forever.

Premium Member Forevermore



Shelf life is vital for food products.
New vehicles come with guarantees.
Confidence thrives on promises.
Shelf life, guarantees, promises;

None of them is forevermore.
Whether made in China or elsewhere,
It will fade, rust, vanish, or disappear.
Only 'made by God things' can

Truly be a forevermore entity.
If built by Mortals, it is temporary.
If promises are otherwise, it is
Indeed false and misleading.re 

Even the physical forms of humans
Will rot, decay, and return to dust.
The entry of sin into the earth is why.
The eradication of sin will allow for
'Forevermore things' to live eternally.
'


the future and AI

The Future and AI

I read that with the help of AI, a man with a computer can
do the work of 700 people in a building
At first glance, this is impressive, but what about 
The 700 unemployed
When the AI is fully implemented, there will be no
need for workers, no matter how educated they are
We will have a massive number of people who have
nothing to do
The AI can erect easy-assembled houses with 
a square meter of law at the entrance of every house
to give an impression of the nearness of nature
The estate will be surrounded by walls painted in
friendly colors, and with an entrance of a steel gate
depiction of a couple making love when the gate is
locked, which it will be most of the time, except for
funerals and the celebration of AI's founder
This will last until people wake up and realize 
They are prisoners in a gilded cage, rebel and demand
The eradication of AI and its founder.

Erasure

They existed, they were here
Real people made to disappear 
Hidden history, lies and erasure
For them it was protocol
For us It became normal

What really is normal 
In the conversation of racism 
Of different rules
When it comes to black people
It becomes opposite -
What is, is what's not
What's not is what is
A confusing cycle
We are expected to follow
When they themselves
Aren't reliable

This isn't about judicial rule
More control of a certain race of people
Don't be fooled -
By the fake smiles they draw
This is not societal 
This is purely individual 
If it wasn't, their morals would be total
The system of law -
Would be equal
However that is not the case at all
When eradication is their goal

It's why they deny their history of violence 
It's why they bury our stories in silence
It's why they bleach the stains of their hate
It's why they burn our bodies to rid of their guilt
It's why they drown our voices in the ocean of their lies
It's why our history books are empty of our ink - just the erasure of our names

BREAKING DAWN

Grotesque, in its unyielding grip of the vehement soul,
A parody, a caricature, of mercy's exalted role.

An avalanche of despair,  harrowing as the Holocaust;
As scars accrue—like bitter frost life has lost.

Unsettling perceptions, now relics of savage years;
Movement on the frontline, dispel ancient fears.

As light gently penetrates each cell,
Spirits elevate, casting off the heavy shell.

Today's lessons fade chiaroscuro's grip,
Nursing the unseeking seeker’s shattered bits.

The Midas touch, sculpts the mind's trend, 
Cotyledons blooming towards heliotrope's bend. 
 
Endless gratitude, to souls who converge with care, 
Hope of eradication quells mayhem with flair. 

"Work hard, party harder"—the rhythm of life,
A "Talent Eve" awaits, confetti in the air as we dine.

Coaxing fledgling bards, ammunition ready to depart,
A vibrant, joyous escape from a didactic start.

Shangri-La in essence, fueled by epiphany;
Creativity set to orchestrate a vivid symphony.

Reviving life in a parasite’s domain,
The more, the merrier, the event sustains.

Overwhelmed by the flowing camaraderie,
I raise a toast in jubilant rhapsody.


Plandemic

2019
Bioweapon?
Gain of function!
Function for gain!!
Systemic eradication
No cure
Long term mutation
Mass destruction
Social and economic decay and destruction
Social separation
Anarchy
New world order
Function complete



Submitted: 30/03/2022 copyright

Premium Member String of Haiku

WINTER GARDEN

where has beauty gone
winter eradication
all colour has died



WINTER MEADOW

frozen spears of grass
across a winter meadow
sparkle in the light



WINTER FOREST

winter trees quite bare
frozen atmosphere prevails
inhospitable.


Pixabay image by: GDJ

7 Billion Super Kill

7 billion super kill 
i wonder too about all this
my idle mind goes into overdrive
i think of the 7 billion humans 
the ruling elite may or may not kill off 
leaving just 500 million left alive
they don’t need our taxes
i was thinking 'sensibly' how they would do this? 
a virus is too iffy
nukes too destructive/radioactive 
how about sending unmanned space probes 
to asteroids with spare engines
put the engines on the rocks and fly them to earth 
all gps guided
either say the rocks are for mining for recourses 
or just use them as a weapon to kill 7 billion
my idle mind lol...

The Future

the future

I have been listening and seeing a program
by David Attenborugh about the dire state of our world
listening to his voice, I felt his sadness.
He ended with a hope that we can find a way back
to a sustainable future.
I felt the last lines he spoke about hope was not 
reflected in his voice.
I think as humans we are destroying ourselves
the USA and the Russian Federation are threatening
each other with nuclear warfare.
Should Biden win the race it will get worse he is
a warmonger and will confront Russia, unlike
the much malign Trump who has kept a lid on things
despite his showman bluster.
I think the eradication of humanity is imminent.
Nature will recuperate, forests will grow but
I fear we will not be there.

Mitigation Vs Eradication

Politicians can’t decide and seem confused,
while talking every day about the curve,
and how it must be flatter for each city,
so every hospital can better serve.

They stand before the cameras every morning,
using words supporting mitigation,
assuming all will catch the Covid virus
as it infects our fragile population.

But then they change the subject and direction,
replacing curves within their presentation,
with antibody tests and contact tracing
designed for goals of full eradication.

There is no clear-cut plan they say to follow,
just confusion from each daily briefing.
Back and forth from one plan to the other,
while every one’s frustration is increasing.

Eradication cannot be successful
in a complex modern free society,
and any plans accordingly are fruitless,
will not eliminate this malady.

Most people can’t afford to not be working,
so now they’re slowly opening each business,
while talking still about eradication,
as if more tracing will defeat this sickness.

Their unannounced shift to eradication
betrays their trust and is impossible.
Although designed to meet their expectations,
It’s proving to be unsustainable.

2020 Buried Alive

Who ever knew we'd turn to keep a  watchful eye onto our bibles ?

Africa it enters : from eyes to ears ,from eyes and ears to the live witnessing of the direct victims of this pandemic,the others ,we perhaps can't tell.

Lord,we let everything into your hands ;you decide what's right for us ,all we ask is that when time is right for this pandemic eradication,let there be no piece left.

There are lots and lots of problems overflowing in that reserve pond : from flights to cars,ships to trains ,jobs to businesses ....it's endless.

He who has entered and survived 2020 will forever remember it from inside-out .

Nothing is permanent here on earth ; We too are here for vacation .You've got the plans for us ,so when the time is right everything shall come to pass ,in your name.?

Lineekela Kandjungu

Small Hill

Launch light flashing
Bombs on the way
Fire in the hole

Rockets heading down range
Anything that can be fired 
And kill is sent to do the job

That of enemy eradication
The landscape is like the Moon
All vegetation ceases to exist

As does most of the soldiers
They are spread over the landscape
In bloody bits and pieces

They knew what they were
Signing up for before
To be blown to ing bits

This is just one small hill
Remember the warriors
For they own this land

Premium Member The Past

The Past
Written: by Miracle man
11-29-2019

Each day finds some group whitewashing history,
The revenge crowd hide facts, to create a mystery.
But history not remembered we’re subject to repeat,
Those demanding eradication have their own drumbeat.

We change names on buildings, streets and schools,
But demolishing statues makes us misguided fools.
Some judge always appeases the motivated, whiners,
And the end result is, that we all become decliners.

We may change the narrative by altering the acts,
So future generations won’t know the true facts.
And demolish statues attempting from memory to delete,
But non remembering sometimes brings about repeat.

“You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest 
that it leaves your arms to full to embrace the present.”
Jan Glidewell

Premium Member Payment For Shade

Payment For Shade
Autumn 2019
11-15-2019
By: Miracle Man

My payment for the shade,
during deep summer’s swelter.
Is that when Autumn comes,
leaves fall helter-skelter.

Autumn always brings with it,
A few unwanted chores.
Leaf eradication becomes,
my temporary job outdoors.

Our two acre yard is a hodgepodge, 
 of crepe myrtles and trees.
Leaves are falling prematurely,
from an early seasonal freeze.

I blow, rake, grind, and bag,
but they don’t go away.
Each time the wind changes,
More pass by, and some stay.

It’s now rained three inches,
and to the ground they’re pressed.
Creating another minor problem,
which must be addressed.

The ditches are leaf packed,
and now water won’t run.
But hey, God didn’t promise,
 to pack each day with fun.

While I’d prefer sitting,
by the fireplace making S'mores.
Or napping in the recliner,
Producing periodic snores.

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