Long Cults Poems

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Premium Member Whatever Happened To All Those Cab Drivers With Phd's

Whatever happened to all those cab drivers 
  in Madison, Wisconsin with PhD's back in the 1970's?

How are all the college kids doing who cut off a finger or toe
  in order to avoid get drafted for the War in Vietnam?

How many domestic terrorists with blood on their hands
  are leading respectable lives with forged identities? 
    Bernadine Dohrn, 'College Professor' - ex-Leader of 
      the 'Weather Underground'... Do you sleep at night?

Whatever became of all those long-hairs in the pictures
  at Woodstock Music Festival in New York in 1969?

How about all those backpackers searching for Truth, who dived
  deep into cults like Hari Krishna and the Moonies?
    Wuddya say, Ginni Thomas?

Where have all the flowers gone? ... They've gone the way of
  ANTIFA, of BLM, of Seattle, WA, of Portland, OR, of all the
   'Sanctuary Cities' and George-Soros backed Prosecuting Attorneys
     who refuse to prosecute, of CRT, of the 1619 Project, of endless
      COVID lockdowns, of 'The Squad' and of 'wokeness'

But if you ask me, if America could survive the Cuban Missile Crisis,
Castro, Mao, Watergate, Sadam Hussein, Monica Lewinsky, Bin-Laden, 
9/11, the Dotcom Bust, the ENRON and Arthur Anderson scandals, 
the Great Recession, the Real Estate bubble, and Donald Trump and 
Hilary Clinton, then I guess we can survive about anything


I AM INNOCENT

This family I was born in was assigned to destroyed my life
I presently can't rent an apartment, be sheltered or work
So many lies has been told to keep me from prospering
Identity theft, fraud, forgery, false reports, and statements
PPP loan was collected, purchase of a Dodge Durango 
I was involuntary and falsely institutionalized 10-31-20
Crimes committed in my name by strangers and family
A specific doctor was injecting me with poison
Attempts of murder on my life in many forms ie..
Motor accidents, hitmen, poisons, prescriptions, and
False diagnoses of Cancer twice; got me to cut off my breasts
Staged funeral to collect a false life insurance claim
Members of law enforcement, judicial, insurance agents
Bank and medical institutions, funeral directors, utility, military
United States Postal Services, masonic and eastern star cults
International criminals exploited women through HA programs
Catholic Non-Profit Humanitarians used homeless drug addicts and 
prostitutes to gang stalk me hacked and traced all my devices  
I have been followed and tracked my whole life. Fallen Angel System

I have been homeless since August 2023; no criminal records
No drug use, no affiliation to criminal social circles/ covens
No one will rent to me; the system or the narrative of my reputation 
This system has came up against me all my life as I recollect 
It has used vessels to ruin my character and my reputation
Those living with illusion of scarcity will do anything for money
AI/CGI was used to put me in places with people I never been
Strangers took pictures of me as they stalked me 
They run me off jobs or can't get hire for any corporation
I'm not able to promote my art(paintings) to make a living 
It's not appreciated that I was born to see through the illusions
People(Vessels), places, and things of a system that is leading 
and deceiving this world of humanity down a history repeating 
path of destruction of this Earth. 
I am still surviving despite of everything that is happening! 
I am innocent.

Premium Member Confess With Your Mouth Jesus-You Shall Be Saved

Not the denominations,
Not the individual pastors
Not man in his opinions;
Listen people this isn’t no laughing matter;
       The word says…
        The Bible says…
…if you confess with your mouth;
Jesus..
Believe that He and only He is..
The Lord
Confess with your mouth and believe in your heart;
That God has raised Him 
Jesus
From the dead
Believe in this… and you will be saved;

Not demons nor angels;
Not handsome strangers;
Nor judges, or political realms;
Listen people this isn’t no laughing matter;
Aren’t no cults.
This is serious..

Listen people this isn’t no laughing matter;
       The word says…
        The Bible says…
…if you confess with your mouth;
Jesus..
Believe that He and only He is..
The Lord
Confess with your mouth and believe in your heart;
That God has raised Him 
Jesus
From the dead
Believe in this… and you will be saved;


6/2/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
-Romans 10:9

The Fule Lord

The follies of fools 
The lord of fools 
The fools that are lords
a leader of the damned 
Insane the minority of minions 
Deplorable and disdained 
Blind in the sight of kings and lords
Jester’s of old orange baboons
In golden flossy glossy wigs
Fleeting hair a top fule lords fake façade
In a flock of tweets and Nitwits
Someone said the one eye 
man is lord of the blind in the land 
of the blind this fool is king
Dressed in nothing but a red tie 
& golden fly away sad toupee
The follies of fools a leader 
of the damned doomed
And unschooled the folly of fools 
the fule lord of one supreme leader to some 
Blind in the sight of kings and lords
Burning Republics building empires, 
finding legions of cults 
a Cult of personality bleeding, pleading
Scheming at the doors of a CLOSED kingdom
tearing apart the fabric of a nation
For the keys to dominion 
Someone once said the one eye man 
is lord of the blind in the land 
of the blind has a fool for a king
Dressed in nothing but Ignorance. 
In golden flossy glossy wigs
Fleeting hair top fule lords FRACTURED façade…

















Dic: fule (dialectal, chiefly Scotland) fool
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member 2012

Oceans started to rise
As polar caps melted
Meteors fell from the skies
The Earth’s surface was pelted

The days grew dark
Radiation was high
Cosmic sparks
Lit up the sky

Religious zealots started fighting
Earthquakes continued to rumble
Mayan cults were uniting
Governments started to tumble

Fear grew rampant
As death counts mounted
Cities were vacant 
Safe havens were touted

People looking for answers
As chaos ensued
Religions needed enhancers
Scapegoats were pursued

Prognosticators saying,
“I told you so
The end not delaying
Pray for your soul”

Humanity extinguished
Except for a few
The prepared distinguished
Who knew what to do

A new world was born
In 2013
The old world forlorn
Never again to be seen
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member religion oh boy

…religion, and oh boy…

The trouble with religion, and boy do I know it, is that getting too close to the dogma is like basking in the sun. It feels good, and self righteousness is the opiate of fundamentalist cults. Round and round the merry-go-round, discussions turning into arguments that either begin or end with "God said so." “God said it, and I believe it.” Or, with cult MAGA "Trump said it, so I know I'm right.” It numbs one to reality. Rationalization may last hours, but it always ends this way.

But, like exposure to the sun, you may get cancer, the cancer of reason gone wild. No longer anchored in known facts, but on an ever expanding blockage of the truth behind the tumor of dogmatic cultism.

See, it took years to heal my mind. I felt that I was guilty somehow of leaving the herd, of even thinking that this was all a grift dressed up in Bible verses. Now, I know what I truly believe and that is that I know nothing.
Form: Prose

Nwo - Searching For Truth

New World Order; Psychological Warfare

Split minds, souls at unrest; UFOs or USOs? 
Wealth, lost in the wash, fear-mongering media, 
indoctrinated control. Listen here, listen there. 
Do what you are told. Lost, chock full of filth. 
Spiking truth with lies, despised, crying, 
"why, oh why?" Crypting minds dime by dime. 
Dollars sought, tanked to banks, cashless society, 
rank the ranks. Medicated troubles and crooked 
ways chronicled day by day - cognitive dissonance. 
Demonic subliminals, camera ubiquitous, 
oblivious. Rhythm rocker, tossed into sleep 
while cryptids creep. War crimes, cries of faith 
as the world is hypnotized.

New World Order; Psychological Warfare

Corrupted governments gave a virus and masked 
our faces; visions and viles, crimes of the time, 
facial recognition. Our world grows darker, ripping 
out hearts, and drinking adrenochrome. 
Caught and sold in catalogs; Wayfair, beware. 
Dead doctors and speakers of truth. Devils lead 
the way into caves. Graves are full, ghosts are real. 
Androgenous has sex appeal. Agendas creating 
slaves digging mountains for golds. Bullets and 
bombs thrown by protectors. Secrets burned by 
religions, cults normalized like pigeons, spectacles 
of the steeple filled with sheeple. 
Unseen skies covered with chem trails. 
Forced messages leaked through your ears by 
HAARP and DARPA. We Trust in those who wind us up. 
All we have left is blind.

New World Order; Psychological Warfare

Stage Directors of your life

I asked ChatGPT if bad guys create horror scenarios for fun
It replied they did, but details there were none.
It told me that for safety reasons it couldn't give specifics
But this is what it told me, its quite horrific.

Perps have confined victims in prepared rooms
Surrounding them with disturbing objects in the gloom
Recordings are played to instill fear
Must be lots of fun to prepare such atmosphere.

Some bad guys make victims believe they are hunted
What a sense of humor! but their empathy is blunted.
Some cults create alternate reality around a poor soul.
What the victim sees and hears is modified, controlled.

Perps have even pretended to be supernatural beings
Like a stage director, arranging what you're seeing
Convincing the victim the impossible was real
More fun than a reality show, those perps must feel.

The reason I looked this up is that it happened to me
The truth was just too big to convince others to see
Bad guys didn't gaslight me, but they got into my house,
Hit me with drugs through the air, I was like a trapped mouse.

People have told me the motives don't make sense
Bad guys just want money, my story was too intense
But if you're open minded, try Google, not ChatGPT.
You can see motives beside money, evil mimics insanity.

Though in my case, I say the bad guys have a breakthrough
Drugs through the air, is remarkable if true.
But you can google "Devil's Breath", Columbian tourists caught.
Drugs blown at victims, might give you food for thought.
© Gem Stone  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Justice Will Always Prevail

Justice Will Always Prevail
 


  Troubled minds hear ephemeral voices invoke thunder lightning and brimstone
  Arms and faces lifted skyward world leaders chant prayers of promise to atone
  Burning desires layered with jeweled expectations lay shattered on the ground
  Memories of a dying tree adhering to roots of seeds breathing without a sound


  Dramatic persuasion enshrouds fraudulent demonstration alluring deviant cults
  Solemnly bemused and humiliated clown transmogrified with obnoxious results
  Degenerate rulers cast spells on disheartened souls and vulnerable immigrants
  Heartless transgressions on fearful innocents intensify enflamed primeval rants


  Magi crying oceans of tears greatly agonized by crucifixion a visionary revealed
  Wounds agape under a bloody cloth a facial expression of triumph unconcealed
  Forlorn mother of a son in search of peace navigates an unforgiving killing field
  Securely entrenched within is an impregnable fortress a flaming spiritual shield


  Transitory moments celebrating unexplained manifestation of time everywhere
  Dark matter shines behind the face of nothingness inside dynamic atmosphere
  Beneath the zenith leaping ballerina enchant an ebbing tide to liberate a whale
  Yesterday today and tomorrow foreshadow universal justice will always prevail








Penned: 05/2009
             Aboard Cruise Liner--
             Radiance Of The Seas
Form: Rhyme

Modern Cults, Part II

You see the ones who claim women
are always victims evermore,
while at the same time claiming that
they’re always strong, to be adored,
push women to act more like men,
that strength must mean the masculine,
to be female you don’t have kids,
or dare do something feminine,
make crazy claims that men of old
conspired to keep women down,
ignoring that before the pill
women always had babes around,
young children who would starve to death
if no mother was there for her,
the me then didn’t hate women,
it was division of labor!
A man cannot feed a baby,
and outdoor jobs in days of old
took more force then most women have,
just to survive we played our roles.
Yet do feminists think of this
when they blather, ‘Patriarchy!’
Have they not seen, as they grow strong,
women keep getting less happy?
Do they stop to consider that
endless working is not a prize,
men have no choice in the matter,
and our reward is shorter lives.
The falling birthrates all around,
the broken homes and messed-up kids,
most of it can be traced right back
to all the things feminists said,
and after sixty years of this
do they step back, say, ‘We were wrong,’
of course not, they’ve become a cult,
and women so love to belong…
They age out towing all these lines,
everything bad, it’s all men’s fault,
end families and their own future,
it’s just a slow-motion death cult.

CONTINUES IN PART III.
Form: Rhyme

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