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Propaganda.
A weapon. A tool.
Used to indoctrinate the minds of ignorant fools
Abused by those who thrive off others misfortune
An enemy to those who are innocent
A friend to those with cruel intentions
Worldwide communications, spreads messages quickly
A large system to control everything -
Public perception
A way to turn heads, a misdirection
To the real problem of those elected -
Those that are oppressors
Using the method of strategic indoctrination
Propaganda that spreads across the nations
Privilege blinds the ignorant
Their lack of empathy makes them complicit
Propaganda preys on the ego of those unaffected by the lies it spreads
Silence becomes their offence
It's easy to escape accountability,
When you have the masses eating out of its hands
Spewing hate to infiltrate the minds of idiocy
Used as weapons then,
To discriminate against those with black skin
Simple words contorted -
Twisted, manipulated to become what they are not used as -
Racist rhetoric
Media a system of mind control
Built off of the nature of human greed
Of humans strive to power
And accessibility to it
People crave power and will betray black for it
Power is owned by the white man -
They weaponise it for a master plan
To segregate black and non black,
To instill hate
And to create a system we can't escape
How far down do you need to go_
~to stand face to face and toe to toe_
~with that no-good son of a so and so?
Taking not only yourself but all you know.
Descending from on high to deep below_
How many of your friends are now your foe?
Rejecting all the trials meant to help you grow.
Didn’t you get the message or read the memo?
To suffer a little today and not eternal woe?
Did you forget the law of_ “Reap and Sow”?
You can’t ride with the devil_ you’re too slow_
He’s got the best saddle around this rodeo.
Lines his horse up four to a row_
Apocalyptic stallions galloping to and fro.
Charging full speed ahead with resilient gusto
Scorching hot winds from their lungs to blow_
Upon all those whose souls don’t glow_
From hot veins where passion flow_
~and fight to reject vile secret audio
~silent messages broadcast on radio.
Mind control media from news to talk show.
Wouldn’t go near him as far as I can throw.
Best not stomp around but quietly tiptoe.
Take your heart off your sleeve keep it undertow.
If you failed today try again tomorrow
For your deeds complies_ gifted wrapped in a bow
Your final payment is what you’ll come to owe.
Your bold stance morphs a wispy cameo.
Ill-fated effects of enacted domino.
How far down do you need to go_
~to stand face to face and toe to toe_
~with that no-good son of a so and so?
Taking not only yourself but all you know.
Descending from on high to deep below_
Abolished Private Life
“Where? Where is it?” Asked my Satan. Master Satan.
Hmm. It is a good question. I haven’t. It. A private life.
One's own life. I can’t close the door of my life. Broken.
“Broken.” Yes. “Broken?” Yes. “Why?” They broke in.
“Into. But who?” Psychologists. “English?” You know
The answer. You know. Yes. “You don’t need them?”
Never. Why? This is an ultra nazi psychology. No nature.
“Why?” No nature. Means. Not natural. “Not natural?” Yes.
“Then what?” No face. “No face?” They have a mask.
“They have a mask. What kind of?” Lamb. Inside evilish.
“Hmm.” Yes. This is the reality—workers of a power.
“What power?” It wants to bring the world under its rule.
“What do you mean exactly?” It wants to overwrite everything.
All the political, social, religious, and economic systems.
A universal psychology, which is complex to drive everything.
And this is a mind control system too. So dangerous. Harm.
Self-driving system later. Automatic.
And you have no life anymore. Own.
Yes, my dear Master Satan.
I lost my life. “No. You have.
Own. One's own. I keep it.”
“Enjoy.”
Thank you.
“Nice.”
How far does the ego inflate
how vain can one man be
thinking you outsmart a mate
controlling as you please
When you become so lazy
every little task is hard work
and mind control seems crazy
yet successful without effort
When you decide that you’ll imply
something you want done
To somebody who doesn’t mind
getting up off their bum
And they complete the mission
whilst you sit lazy as you do
when by your own admission
they were tricked and so by you
When you play this game with me
it’s not something new
I’ve played this game since I was three
yet you ain’t got a clue
I’ll let you build your confidence
so it becomes the norm
you won’t think it’s coincidence
but a skill you perform
And you’ll become reliant
and expect over time
As each time you apply it
it’ll strengthen in your mind
You really think I’m unaware
of the very things I do
showing just how much you care
and what I am to you
All the while you think you’re clever
Or that I am really thick
getting me to do whatever
some sort of Jedi trick
It doesn’t bother me one bit
you’re the lazy one
one day when you really need it
Oops it won’t be done
By when you’ll know no different
Reality as you know it to be
You’ll be left in a predicament
expectations placed on me
And if you’re really big headed
you might even have delusions
you’ve let it become embedded
you’ll fail to reach conclusions
Who the hell do you think you are
using someone you think dumb
Miles ahead of you from the start
I think you’re the stupid one
You thought you had control
and that you could use a friend
how malicious and how cold
get out my life, the end
Imagine being born into the world as a guinea pig. An experiment that as the ‘master’ of this guinea pig, you have a complete rule over to torment.
Imagine telling this ’guinea-mouse’ in a glass house, that the very walls were the only thing it could know...Then, the mouse thinking for itself.
Imagine every event, situation, life lesson, relationship, experience...All forged in a foundation of glass.
Imagine telling this mouse it was free...Yet, keeping a proximity collar attached to its leg and saying it were a bracelet.
Imagine this mouse asking questions and getting shamed, mocked, called out for having mad cow disease…
When no, it was indeed just a curious mouse in a fabricated house. Fabricated on the highest pillars of propaganda.
This mouse wants to go to Fiji. This mouse wants to no longer be held captive.
This mouse wants to think and live for itself freely. Not under anymore cracked windows, that can be seen through easily.
Imagine this mouse saying; ‘’No more!’’ But only coming to realize, this mouse house is not a house at all.
It’s a rattrap...An elaborate, well thought out plan over the span of centuries. To keep rats inside their little hidey hole, glass play pins.
This isn’t mind control. This is torture. Practiced. Intent. Bound. Malevolent. Hideous and sad.
Why did this mouse need to be put into a rat cage?
This mouse ponders the ways of being content with what it’s got, knowing that what it’s got was made from the very fibers Rumpelstiltskin forged.
Warts and all.
Goddamn smartass squirrel goes through a window and starts slapping a plush toy.
Turning it over and over.
"You got jacked, !"
Up on its attention antennae, sealed in clover.
Up for all comers, winters and summers,
Springing into Fall cover.
Wiggle haunch, loose and clean, limber and mean. Mouse on his motorcycle meets mean Joe Greene.
Who's next?
Better get me some treats, sweetums!
Chew for my cheeks to expand a winning smile from.
Or I will have to open up my cute box for some
serious mind control, or nutsack, sodium snack (while you sleep.)
Through your window, balls deep, spread-eagle attack, sa la vie!
Maybe I'm a joker launched by the dealer of air.
Dealing a poker face behind, treeline stairs.
Aces high, rattatatat, fooey.
Watching your reactions the whole time.
Time you lose track of where I'm at in your mind.
(Birds ain't feeling just-safe next to us at the park!
They're picking up tips to get their nut, while playing a part.)
And how you get your nut really is an art.
A breed apart, like cats that squat at look innocent
in the outback at PetSmart.
Yeah, birds of a feather, Woodpeckers
are watching as they drumroll together.
The next sideby of your mind's eye.
By and by
Fluffy tales of banditry and diversion, ensues.
Maybe next time you will slow down on that dirt road, cruise.
You've been nutted by the best my friend.
Peace.
Of mind.
Picnics and youth.
Sideshows of the divine.Send.
Runners of the gathering, enroute,
to where your eyes keep and time spends,
your focus, to mesmerificalcarnivaltrifical-ends,
shaping truth.
Which One Was First?
Laws of God or principles of Psychology?
The Laws of God or the Principles of Psychology?
Who created the universe, life, and the Earth?
– The wonder science! – answers an English psychologist
The Beginning
In the beginning, there was the wonder science
This human-made science created the world, the universe, and the Earth
– This wonderful science created God and humans. – Said this psychologist
This wonderful science created the lands. The continents and oceans
This wonderful science made all living things. Animals, birds, and marine creatures
This incredible science is the ruler of the world. Of course. This is not a question
I am a dangerous man because I don’t accept these fantastic sciences’ laws
I am an extremist because I love the ancient principle of God.
The Commandments
Okay. I don’t keep all the teachings of the Bible. Yes, I am a sinner. I know my fate. My life
I want just the truth
The reality
I know
This way
Given by God
God, help me please
I need help!
This shadow is killing my life
I believe in God
This science
Man-made
Is the shadow
Said Satan
God’s Commandments First
Man-made science is perfect?
Never will be
Said Satan
I don’t want psychopaths’ science
I don’t want mental poison, deformed life
God created the World
Not the humans
Who wants the power over humanity?
By mind control, psychological control
God was the First
He is the Reality
God. Truth
God. Creator
God. Love
God. Mind
God. Meaning
God. Law
Dark scientists
Are not my ruler
I love
God
I am
driven
by
Satan
First God
Human sciences
Never
Intelligent musical talent begins with this, to relearn the timing within our soul,
But other tactical psychological methods are busy swaying to and fro,
To an obvious yet nefarious covert Rhythmic tyranny of Mind Control,
Damaging trauma appears, disappears and reappears so often - irregardless whether anyone of us - really and actually know,
Although - know; you ought to, and know you must, if we're to avoid their evil demonic end goal, by economic slavery boom and bust,
Why have the masses flocked to what is essentially an obvious Lie..
The hitherto well understood well known treachery of bribery and trickery..to the ill-informed common eye?
Real answers lie within the Agendas of those,
With high unseen well hidden authority of tyranny.. now beginning to be exposed,
The blame so far as we can see for this all pervasive idiocy,
Fits squarely into Ancient Babylonian Occult vile Crypto Supremacy,
An unmentionable taboo for Society, though cleverly socially arranged,
Covertly hostile toward Humanity and our creative force..
By a certain inferiority complexed minority so deranged..
Ah yes - but of course!
A true Dictatorship and Tyranny
can and always will insist..
Upon those that have become uber-Liberal all accepting pacifists..
Those yet behind an otherwise obvious - facade of devious fallacy, don't want you to learn the reasons for the lie,
The mondane so often belies what is hidden within our words; within a sound,
The truth disguised as anything unprofound,
Explanation enough as to the premise of why..
The countless masses are now clearly and sadly being systematically psychologically, reduced to a pitiful state of abhorrent dependency,
We would certainly have to mention and be sure to say,
Please wake up a friend a colleague or a family member now, or at least today,
It is therefore clear that;
an in-depth searching root cause analysis, apparently can be,
Brought about and shared through some insightful poetry..
The written and the spoken word,
Do justice to those that cannot nor would never ever be heard,
So we might then listen in careful piety,
Or do not then be surprised to now find, that there are..
So Many Seduced by Rhythmic Pendulum of Trauma & Absurd Normalcy..
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
28th February 2023
In a Zombie’s world
There is no up, only down
And the ground is hard
In a Zombie’s world
There’s no forward, only back
An the doors are barred
But a Zombie’s world
All is not at all as it seems
There are hopes and dreams
One needs to be real
To fight and slay the dragon
Be able to feel
But one gets quite down
The battle tends to drag on
Doppelganger sound
Zombies come alive
For there are humans inside
When the Monster hides
Get it on the run
Climb upward and step forward
Ever towards the sun
A Zombie’s world is
A cruel, erratic battle
Joined on many fronts
A clash eternal
Tournament twixt beast and soul
Joust for mind control
The brain’s filled with bugs
Doctor kills them off with drugs
Smash the Monster’s hold
Psychotherapy
Talk the monster out of thee
To behave as told
The fiend is no fun
The Daemon is not the one
Nor is it the whole
If it becomes one
The Doppelganger has done
And joined with the soul
Told to leave at once
The Monster is a bastard
Magick words spoken
Victory is won
When the Monster is mastered
Its back is broken
Turning of the page
No price higher than the wage
No cost can be paid
It's not the ending
The monster's in there burning
Me still befriending
It’s in the yearning
Understanding and learning
Time for the turning…
Actor's Guild of ritual 'arts'
Secret ritual Oaths exchanged for luxurious material lives
Outward behaviour, manners; betraying what they really are and of course what they hide,
Though if it were not so
hidden in Plain Sight,
We would not have seen
what they always were,
The Fickle mob shall not
know a bloody thing,
Unecessarily kept dumbed down,
With their 'sophisticated' play acting, celebrities, musicians,
supporting actors, playrights,
Are avowed,
And yet belong to elite and hideous Crown
So the righteous masses
now versus,
This heinous satanic fake nobility,
Struggle of ages - Karmic written verses
Now curiously benefits semi enlightened,
Previous numb and wretched
inability
Those ranting sychophant agents
are but greedy Luciferian pawns
With script, face and masks
in one hand
The other hidden, tho reveals;
A Bond to occult subversive band
With radio, film and tel-lie-vision,
You could not otherwise see
What Mind Control agendas have actually been written,
The whole world in numbing trance, to then agree..
We have not been given time,
To realise their inadvertent message,
Tho the apple has been bitten
Masonic rites of passage,
The fruit has long since fallen from the tree,
Remember this the forefathers told us,
People sadly are invariably not always,
what they present themselves to be
The skill therein lies within,
An extremely well funded and
over paid,
ability to deceive us
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
August 28th 2021
During covid 19 lockdowns
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