(In the 17th c, many women were falsely accused of being witches. Many were banished, and more were burnt at the stake. Of course, none of them were witches, but due to ignorance and intolerance by so-called educated clergy, the women were falsely accused and condemned to die).
Like black rain over the meadow grass
Crows hover amid cackle and harsh laugh
To feed on seed of tomorrow's harvest
Leaving us all with meager leavings.
There they stood with gowns flapping
Like black wing of flocking crows
Cackling in judgment sober and stern
To deprive us of life and liberty.
Caged in a dungeon cold and dark
Beneath the kirks lofty roof
Without water and our daily bread
Were starved and scared into confession.
With false witness we were condemned
Sentenced before a trial took place
Tied to a stake and burned alive
Our souls travelled into paradise.
On Orkneys verdant green grass,
Graze our kye and our yowes
Since time began has it been thus
Shadows float black in sky above.
Cpt. kirks future predictions- Food tubes {supplimitarium A B C D E}
Universal united nations {u.u.n} tying all the galactic species in celestial socialism
Robotic republicans & dimensionless democrats
All humanities races will melt together into a weird orangey color
The soviets will turn Cruthnie into a super secret nuclear facility
All drugs will be trans-dermal
Gluttony will be glorified
Itll be illegal to naturally procreate "pick up a kid or pet at the genetic clinic
Garbage will be used as fuel
Itll be cool to be mindless
In my visions i see sky cities and underground dwellings segregating classes
73 eyes on the beasts back and 96 paratoidals to an orbital octant... end transmission
I feel you prescence every day.
Wherever I go you seem to
stay.
When I feel like breaking down
I feel a breeze. A cool wind and
know its you letting me know
everythings going to be okay.
That your here with me to
stay. Holding my hand through
every event in my way.
Pushing me, giving me the
strength to
make it through each day. In
my heart is where you are and
where you will Always stay.
Co-Written by Anna Marie Ross
& Christina Kirks McCullouch
04/06/2013
A puzzle piece you are to me
Like a vine without any leaves.
Your heart is pure your soul is
Gold, the sweetest thing I'll
ever hold! A miracle in my eyes
it seemed, knowing they said
no babies for me! Always a
surprise you seem to be just
like a puzzle piece! At 9 months
you walked but not until 4 did
you first talk! Always a terror
making a beautiful mess always
a surprise that has yet to be
met! The twists and turns I
know we will see will seem
somewhat like a roller coaster
to me! The milestones and
special gifts you bring will make
my life seem Like a dream, my
special boy I have always said
How special I knew not till
Aspergers they said! The
journey will be trying the
journey will seem long! But
with our family together we will
chug along! My special boy I
love you so and cannot wait to
see you mature and grow! Now
we have a goal we have our
dream you see to make you the
perfect fitting puzzle piece!!
Written by: Christina Kirks
McCullouch 04/05/2012 For
Jonathan S McCullouch Jr
Mommy loves you to eternity
and beyond! Forever and
always!
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