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There is a network of very powerful entities.
All worship satan very seriously.
Their network ranges internationally,
engaging in a great variety of the most depraved criminality.
Their satanic ideology,
is to bring about the end of the world eventually,
so that a new world can begin,
ruled by them and satan.
They range from street people to businessmen,
and have a great influence in many departments of law enforcement,
to the high ranks of very powerful international politicians.
They are involved in the drug trade and the trafficking of children,
to feed the depraved appetites of rich, powerful, deviant men and women,
then this demonic network moves on to blackmailing them,
providing in great part this network's financing.
Many sensationalized crimes that were broadcast to everyone,
has a direct connection to this network that worships satan,
who believe that random acts of violence, chaos and terrorism,
will bring about their deity's foreseen armageddon.
where they will all forever rule under their master satan.
As fantastic as this sounds, it is really happening.
There is a great deal of cooperated documentation.
They are completely off the grid with no fixed location,
but beware, The Process Church of the Final Judgement.
Tuning the radio
Everyone stay tuned
Constant drawing attention
Nothing but void, empty sounds
Yelling words without reasoning
Some times what you see can be deceiving
An attacker is a hater
Leaving the victim in distress
Talk! Talk!! Talk!!!
Talkative, feed the brain
Before you open your mouth
Saying things unaware of, cost a lot
Story! Story!! Story!!!
Story-line, how the things goes
A lion showing love, is still a lion
Awareness your acts, my reaction
Aware that you need attention
Without detection, dilute facts
Spiting on the less, thy prey
Portraying to be their KING
Self gratification over all
The songs tuned, while radioing
Came face to face with a lion
Lion ruining into skeeter
Unaware of reaping others Lion's nature
Not unknowing some lion are breeds of love
Others furiously, relentlessly
Wrath unbearable, roared the lions
Hunting the hunters for it's story
Hypocrisy he posses, ignorant followers
Times changes all but never changes
From ages to ages, stage by stage
Ranges war, hunters can't wedge
Coming face to face, multiple lions
Right in the dark, at the night he birthed
Feeding his prey, Bulling and blackmailing
Even amidst the silence of a lion.
Claiming to be the king of the kingdom
When the next of kin, is worthy and ready
How long do this endure, roaring furiously
A hunted lion, by the packs of hyenas
Unaware of another lions, within thy territory
What a history, about to emerged
For it's the lion's feasts, wording weapons
With pen filling every void, noises
From the packs of dogs, Don't leads
They back and follow with love
Unaware of the destruction, endangering lives
Embarking on, mission impossible, penned
Assassinating the lion right at it's den
But they never find a lion, rather a monkey
To dance with in the dark, nuisance the agendas
Wake up, justice is here... The lions don't bark
I roar knowledge, dedication to liberate.
You give me words, such beautiful words
That set me free, set me free from despondency
I’m like captive birds in mere captivity
Change is a challenging chore, baby
Do you regret, almost blackmailing me?
Do you regret it all?
All I can do is stand tall
You stole my heart’s melody
I can see it so close, so near
That you are not near me…
But, I don’t need to feel any kind of fear
My dear,
I’m here
Even if you aren’t…
I don’t have to feel any fear
For God is on my side
I want to hold you close, my dear
Till the very end of time
You said you’d be my cure, my cure, my cure
To my horrid bipolar that always draws near
You said you’d be my cure, my cure, we will endure
So far, I’m far, yet so close to you, my lonely dear
You’re a lonely ghost
You’re a lonely ghost
All you do is boast
And I cry myself to sleep at night
That’s the most I can do…
While I take flight and fight the good fight
I am still loving you so true…
You stole my heart’s melody
I can see it so close, so near
That you are not near me…
But, I don’t need to feel any kind of fear
My dear,
I’m here
Even if you aren’t…
I don’t have to feel any fear
For God is on my side
I want to hold you close, my dear
Till the very end of time
You said you’d be my cure, my cure, my cure
To my horrid bipolar that always draws near
You said you’d be my cure, my cure, we will endure
So far, I’m far, yet so close to you, my lonely dear
Despondency’s hold
Got a hold of me so bold
Captivity’s spell
Got me spiralling in my cell
You said you’d be my cure, my cure, my cure
To everything negative
You said you’d be my cure to my bipolar and I’ll endure
Till the end, I will live…
SEEKING BLACK
Terms ‘Black’ and ‘Dark’ go almost alike.
Gloomy angry face turns Black or dark.
Black Magic we do hate and dislike.
Crowd of Black cloud in dark no moon night.
Hidden in cosmos, Black Hole grasps light.
Coal is Black Diamond and cannot spark.
Black Widow, the furious spider
Too deadly poisonous to sting
just swallows husband, no wonder.
Blackmailing: Nasty behavior.
Shadow maintains always Black color
Venomous is dark Black cobra king.
12/31/18
'Deep and Dark Rhyming Time-7' Contest by Lu Loo
MILWAUKEES BEST DOMESTIC VIOLENCE REVENGE IDENTITY FRAUD UPON A DISABLED TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURED MOM THIS CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT BEGAN WHEN I CONTACTED SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH MILWAUKEE FBI BECAUSE I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI WITH HIM FOR YEARS I REPORTED MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND AND HIS STRIPPERS WERE PLOTTING MY DEATH RESULTING IN MY WITNESSING AMURDER AT MY FEET SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH FBI SUPERVISOR SENT MILWAUKEE BEST PORNSTARS TO SEDUCE MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND IN ORDER TO HAVE ME MURDERED FOR BEING AN FBI INFORMANT SPECIAL AGENTS DECIDED TO ASSASINATE ME AND ASSIST MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND IN HIDING HIS MISTRISSES HIS STABLE OF HOOKERS TURNED GANG RELATED FEMALE AGENTS FROM MILWAUKEE EXPOSING ME TO GANG LEADERS TO BE KILLED IT WASN'T LONG BEFORE A CAR BOMB IGNITED MY FACE MY SKULL THE TERRORS OF TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND BRUTALLY BEAT ME AND MY CHILDREN AS I LAYING BLEEDING THESE FEMALE AGENTS DEMANDED HE EMBEZZLED MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM TO FUND HIS STABLE OF HOOKERS WITH BADGES THEY ACTUALLY BEGAN PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME APPLETON WISCONSIN MINNESOTA WHERE HE FIRST SON LIVED WITH HIS MOTHER MS. MILLER DEVESTATED I FLED FROM HIM THIS HORROR BUT HIS AGENTS WERE NOW AFTER MY DISABILITY INCOME DUE TO MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND OLDEST SON COMMITTING CRIMES IN MY SONS NAME MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND AND HIS ELDEST SONS MOM TOGETHER PLOTTED THEE UNTHINKABLE RESULTING IN THEIR SON NAVANTE B JONES KILLING HIMSELF HE COULD NO LONGER PRETEND TO IMPERSONATE MY SON CRUELTY UNREAL A VICIOUS FEMALE CULT JHORE JOHNSON DANITA DELMONT AGENT TALISA SHAW ALICIA HILTON MS MILLER MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND SADLY IDENTITY FRAUD UPON ME WRAPPED NEATLY IN A BOW IN BLOOMINGTON MINNESOTA WITH NAVANTE B JONES DEAD BODY THIS OPERATION BEGAN 8-14-2003 MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND HIS STRIPPERS **** STARS SLASH FBI AGENTS SLEEPING WITH MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND TERRORIZED MY LIFE WITH THREATS SLANDER HATRED TERRORISTS THREATS BECAUSE THEY WERE BLACKMAILING MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND TO EXTORT HIS OWN WIFES TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM TO FUND THIS FILTHY FEMALE CULT OF CORRUPT AGENTS EXTORTING MY IDENTITY PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME FINALLY SENDING MY STEPSON TO HIS GRAVE SEVERE SLANDER HATRED FROM ABUSE OF POWER JHORE JOHNSON PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND Y JHORE JOHNSON IDENTITY FRAUD
Some say love makes the world go round
I say it is oil that makes the world go round
The thing that is in everything
from plastics to fuel is how it does rule
so given this thought here is your opportunity
to have your say in a different way
Where’s your stand on the Keystone pipeline
moving dirty Alberta oil from Canada to Texas
Or fracking that shakes the earth
and plays with the water table
how about drilling in national parks
and protected wetlands or in oceans and seas
the carbon footprint that fossil fuels leave
and our slavery to BIG oil and high gas prices
but what of the flip side
the oil cartels called OPEC alongside Mr. Putin
does the blackmailing by the few
through oil dependency offset the risks
that is the question to be answered
Andreas Simic©
What have you done to us my child?
I tore my body to bring you here
He wetted his shirt with sweat to ink your books
23 years of learning gave you a well-paying job
Your job gifted you a high held head.
Then what has gone wrong with you my child?
We chose a man to take your hand
We mistook that he makes your life a merry-go-round.
He used your beauty, brain and brass.
But that doesn't mean you have to suffer all the loss.
Did I give you birth to offer you as a prey on someone else's plate?
Couldn't our blood instil courage in you that you surrendered your life to the fear of a demon?
Didn't your red belt remind you that you are a fighter?
Why hasn't your education given you confidence to face life's challenges?
Why hasn't your job given you courage to live an independent life?
The walls of the dark room shouted beyond their limits to stop you
The wooden cupboard tried its best to hide the bottle from you
The locked door tried to break open its latch to show the world your cowardice
The flickering lamp's attempts to ignite your mind proved to be powerless.
When the eyes of your 2-year old search for you in the middle of the night,
how should I tell that the greed of her dad gulped her mother's breath?
When your father madly waits for you over the weekend,
how should I convince him that his bold daughter has boldly ended her life?
When your friends look for a shoulder to lean on,
how should I tell them that you burnt your body beyond recognition?
When my heart wants to kiss your forehead and hug you,
how should I show it the powdered you resting in that copper canister?
I tell all the daughters out there
Your life is not your wicked blackmailing boyfriend
Your life is not your selfish husband nor your greedy in-laws
Your life is not your snatched virginity
Your life is not a dowry case on the cop's table
Your life is your courage, it should stand as an inspiration.
Your life is your identity, it should set an example.
Your life is YOU.
Your life is YOU.
Your blood is yours, don't let it flow for the foolish.
Your bones are yours, don't crush them under their greedy paws.
You belong to YOU and not to anyone else.
I did it, I really did it, something got passed,
Nancy and I succeeded at last,
What a huge pain convincing my team,
When all I could do was silently scream.
The Squad were blackmailing,
The media loud blaring,
Republicans laughing while doing high fives,
My only solution to hide and dodge knives.
But now it's all changed, back on my horse,
Steering the country without fear or remorse,
My path controversial but who gives a bean,
They'll all get the message that I say what I mean.
I want kindness and peace, fairness far all,
My social ambitions unashamedly tall,
What do I care about finding the dough,
That's for bean-counters, the ones that should know.
I remember a story while riding a train,
The details are fuzzy but I'm racking my brain,
This Gal said to me "you're Uncle Joe,
That guy from DC, the father of Beau",
I smiled and just answered yes I'm the one,
She went on to say, "If not for me then your son,
Make your time count, bring us relief,
As too many of us are living in grief;
All kinds of big bills piling on high,
Nowhere to turn, just left out to dry,
The rich getting richer, the rest of us stuck,
Flailing and wailing in ankle deep muck";
Wages too low, options too few,
You must find a way to this country renew.
I gave her a smile, patted her hand,
Made her a promise that I'd make a real stand.
So to that special Gal whose name I don't know,
This for a start is what I can show;
For the rest of my goals I'll fight night and day,
To prove I will do and not merely say.
I dropped my stupid little brother
Down an open storm drain near our home
And now he’s gone forever, always
And my life is finally my own!
You say you saw me after crying
By that open storm drain near our home?
But those were tears of pure happiness
As I skipped off blissfully alone.
Heartless you are probably thinking
But you sure as heck don’t know my pain
And the God-sent opportunity
When he followed me off in that rain!
See, I am ten and he is just six
I’m grown and he’s a little baby
If he were more grown, mature like me
Then this might not have happened, maybe.
But every time I went out to play
Of course, he just HAD to tag along
That day I had been to a party
His baby-ish ways were so WRONG!
So when he trailed me home afterwards
Yelling, “Fatty Patty, wait for me”
I saw that the storm drain was opened
And wandered over for a look-see
He couldn’t resist and ran my way
“What is it, Fat Patty?” He wondered.
And seeing his stupid ignorance
My whole inner anger just thundered!
So now I’m in my bed at my home
Waiting for the good news that he’s gone
Practicing my weepy-eyed sad face
So grown-ups can cry and o’er me fawn.
But they’re not coming, that’s so strange
So I peek out into the kitchen
And what I see makes my anger boil
And my left eye, it starts to twitchin’!
There he sits, mummied up in towels
Surrounded by mom, dad, and grown friends
Feeding him cake and cookies and cream
With fawning that likely has no ends!
“If you cannot beat’em, then join’em”
As my mommy just constantly said
So I spend just a sec adjusting
To a now different plan in my head.
I ran from my room hysterical
“Brother, you’re okay” I fairly sobbed
“When I turned around and you were gone
“Well, my lonely sister heart just throbbed.”
“Oh you poor dear,” mom cooed with a hug.
“Here, you need some cake, and hot cocoa?”
“Yes, please.” I REALLY needed it.
I hugged my bro like I was loco!
I dropped my stupid little brother
Down an open storm drain near our home
He is blackmailing me forever
Now my life will never be my own.
February 25, 2019
Sanity is the domain of the intellectual
Those who lack intellect are indeed insane
The ultra-rich are happy because they feel
It is their birthright, the poor are too
Preoccupied with their struggle
To have to do anything with vanity
The healthy believe they have found the Elixir of life
In moments of depression,
The diseased feel they are a spent force
Those in power believe it lasts for a lifetime
And, therefore, will do anything to stretch their lifespan
The wealthy believe they can acquire power
The powerful realize they can amass wealth
Those who have both feel they are
The God of all things living
And the world must bow to them with reverence
The mafia lord chuckles, he’s the one the world must fear
He can be arrested by the police chief
The orders must come from above,
The minister who is a politician
However, the politician takes orders from
The mafia lord to remain in power
Both have a weakness,
They are the disciples of a ‘Miracle Godman’ Baba
Who has received much of their wealth in donations, and
Has a relentless grip and spiritual control over them
Baba has sprawling ashrams and uncountable fanatic
Followers who will kill or be killed at his behest, but Baba
Will make policy decisions only after consulting his secret
Mistress who has a hold over the Baba,
She keeps herself from the unforgiving spotlight
One disciple who is close to the mistress knows this little secret
Baba’s mistress is squeezed by this disciple who keeps
Blackmailing her but is afraid he might be eliminated
Before he can escape from the grave he has dug for himself
But escaping is not an option as his beautiful young wife is
In the clutches of the charming womanizer, Baba
It somehow appears all have lost their sanity
The poor man sleeps not in the bed but under it
With just one thought, what will tomorrow bring?