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Israel, In your name
millions
have died.
Today,
you have become
worse than
a serial killer.
Many
see you
as a thorn
in the flesh
of humanity.
You have become
the Adolf Hitler
of the
twenty-first century.
The world
keeps asking,
how many
more
will die
in your name?
Through
your pride,
the world
is in pain.
You have become
a professional
murderer
upon
the world stage.
But everyone
knows,
your victories
are short-lived.
Your days
are numbered.
Those
who sponsor
your crimes
today,
may become
your prosecutors
tomorrow.
Your ego
has grown
so great,
you believe
yourself
a small god
upon
the Earth.
History
thought
Hitler
had vanished.
Yet tyranny
returns,
wearing
a different
face.
One day,
the world
will remember,
how easily
evil
claimed
to be
the victim.
Out of control children, out of patience parents,
People who feel entitled to not work,
Bullying behaviors, racism, and ageism
Misogynist dictators, fervent followers who do not know why they follow,
People who are not held accountable for their bad manners,
Cigarette smoke in cars with babies,
Road rage drivers, video games that teach children to kill people.
Assault rifles in the hands of anybody, media glorifying murderer of school children,
Rape, murder, non-thinkers who talk incessantly,
Hating a bunch of people without knowing even one person from that group,
Children taken away from desperate parents, and put into cages,
So friends of the rich can get richer, while the poor are punished even more.
These things all bug me.
Left His Heavenly Kingdom to be born to be born with humble manger with Animals
Was a target for murder from the moment of His birth
Accused of leading and deceiving people
Was arrested as a criminal
Knew that even His own death would not be able to save whom He loved
Was criticized by His own Methods
Was insulted and called names
Was rejected by disciples
Anticipated His upcoming great suffering that even His sweat became drops of blood
Although pronounced “Not guilty”, was chosen for death by a mob of people over a true murderer
These are Jesus Christ’s trials and Suffering
He suffered all these things for you and for all so that sins may be forgiven
The forces of evil and darkness are spreading all around our beloved homeland. Wanting not only to defeat our current administration, but also bring a curse upon them. "We wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness" Ephesians 6:12 KJV
One thousand malevolent witches hired and paid by the dark sides, want to pronounce a curse upon our president, his family, and his staff. Without the evil forces willing to pay for their services, they would not curse him.
Just because I did not vote for him, doesn't mean I want him to be cursed. By practicing, praying and claiming Ephesians 6:12! We need to invoke the power of our Lord God Almighty Creator of both heaven and earth.
"Because greater is He that is in you, than he that is in the world." 1 John 4:4. In other words, Jesus Christ is in you, and He is greater than Satan, who is in the world. "What than shall we say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us?" Romans 8:31 KJV
In essence malevolent witches of at least 1,000 are going to put demonic curses upon our nation's homeland. By completely covering it with their forces of darkness, they have declared open warfare against forces of light!They can eventually destroy our entire planet's civilizations! Send the witches back to their nets and have them be cut off from the human race and to mind their own business. "Send them back to hell where they belong."
"You are of your father the devil and you love to do the evil things (he will do.) John 8:44. Their father, the devil was both a liar and a murderer from the beginning of time.
"Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the Devil and he will flee from you." James 4:7 KJV If we resist these witches, and stand firm against them! We can and will defeat and annihilate them!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
November 01, 2020
(any resemblance to the following and
living persons iz purely coincidental)
Family, friends, and
strangers didst weep
when my brutally
murdered gagged and
bound distended corpse
put to eternal sleep
unbeknownst to homicide deep
pill lore hubble
killer, said murderer,
would sow what he did reap
on the deadly war holy jeep
purrs, cow path
this angry ghost
effortlessly held scented rag
to choke, a keep
sake squeezing out breath
from my corporeal flesh
with maggots didst creep
still adrip when bled,
to death, now enshrouded
in black hoodie,
and scythe leant lee
cackled with grateful dread
enroute to pay the
killer man moments ago
took hoof on
horse back fled
in hot pursuit destination,
albeit unknown,
yet aye twill find
trumpeting psychopath,
and quickly dismember
off with his head,
thus equipped with
keen bloodhound find
ding needle in hay
stack instinctive second nature
vengeance casually,
I hapt lee ghoul
lucky did allay
fresh trail scented out lay
boring haphazard way
word ness after gray
beard i.e. yours
truly he did slay
no matter wiseacre, may
be goot headstart, said jay
bird haint gonna
be twittering furlong,
cuz tell trail (and tail) flay
ming signs, he didst betray
noon the wiser hoo ray
bethought to brush
meticulously (cover) tracks
over most likely today
will merely (and merrily delay)
this phantom of neigh (nee)
and dearth all giving away
hideout, now tis
my turn, I didst inveigh
asper his final "say"
perhaps with ghost to
(gusto) hollering as no weigh
to hex press me excitement
thrusting sword
into his heart yay!
You who care not
Who want the power
to play in the hour
No thought is given
No tenderness shared
Sexually lustful and power hungry
You are
pagan unknown god
taking what and where, you please
leaving broken sacrifices -
hearts, lives
It does not matter to You!
Til One Lamb was sent
victim, alone to the slaughter.
You laughed
as You put her in danger
Laughed and glowed young again
drinking her energy
laughed til the lamb was reborn
from the cauldron of your fiery lust
laughed til the Lamb
Spoke with mouth of TRUTH
"There is the killer of love, life, trust
murderer of all gentle caring"
"There - cast him out - from our renewed paradise"
We have fused heaven on earth
in spite of your selfish greed
Dionysius unmasked
Devil - vampire of life - dark sludge draining Gaia
Go - in spotlighted disgrace
Leave our new Jerusalem in freedom reborn
from a daughter's phoenix courage
to submit willingly to your imposed deaths
of fire, earth and water
Never trouble EARTH again
Go to your lonely HELL
NOTHNG TO NOTHING
As you would have had us Be.
13th May 2018
Are you ready?
Picture eighty-seven children, practicing for a Christmas show
in a sales barn that does not have heat or a sound system.
A skunk died somewhere in here a few hours ago.
Many are screaming.
Some are crying.
Many do not know me.
I am new in town, and obviously crazy.
It is freezing cold.
I had unwisely told all the mommies
to do their Christmas shopping
and leave all eighty-seven children with me
without any other adult chaperones.
I could be a killer. I guess no one understood that
because they did.
We were all sobbing when they returned to pick up their
children. I did not show it on the outside. I was too "nice".
I was sobbing on the inside, trying to figure out how to save
face when it failed, flopped, and was the worst show they had ever
seen.
It came to me a few hours later after I had my heart attack and died twice. I called six mommies and gave them parts. One was the narrator, because she knew the children's names. Which was
a much better start than I had. Two others would get them on and off the stage.
Did I mention I telephoned every number in the church directory to see if anyone could figure out how to rig up a star that lit up on the back of a pick up that we could all follow from the church to the manger (aka sales barn) the night of the program? The man who could do it was named Ziegwier. The last name in the book, so I called them all.
It was the best Sunday School Christmas play in the history of the world because I was the last car to get there, due to me orchestrating so much stuff at the church, and the six women had it all going beautifully and well by the time I parked clear in the back and ran in there. I sat back and relaxed, knowing God was in the house.
The truth was concealed with many branches
because the trees were giants standing guard.
If anyone passed by, they’d see nothing.
They’d never see the ground so badly scarred.
The ground, which was pounded, had been virgin.
No man had entered that one spot before.
Beneath titan trees, it had stayed hidden -
a sacred section of the forest floor.
Pummeled and raped by an evil monster,
the ground beneath the trees became a tomb.
A corpse was then tossed by that same monster -
roughly tossed into earth’s ravaged womb.
The fiend had abducted a sweet virgin,
uprooting her from home and family.
Her body, like the ground where she now lies,
was raped and also beaten savagely.
The truth cannot be known; it never will.
To hide her broken body and his sin,
her murderer had found the perfect spot,
a place where not a soul had ever been.
The earth cannot cry out. Nor can the one
whose broken form lies rotting in the ground.
The wind-blown trees moan dirges for the earth
and for the girl to whom the ground is bound.
Written Aug. 9, 2016 for the Camouflage Me A Poem Contest of Broken Wings
form used is quatrain, in which lines 2 and 4 must rhyme.
Ten years ago today, four innocent people in a pharmacy were shot.
It took just thirty something minutes for the murderer to be caught.
The two employees survived but the pharmacist and his customer died.
The murderer is in prison for two attempted murders and two homicides.
The murderer shot those four people because of some medication.
He left two families without fathers and caused a lot of devastation.
When the victims loved ones were informed, it brought about misery and tears.
The victims are still missed by their families and friends after all of these years.
I was in that pharmacy and left just five minutes before the killer came there.
I was shocked and disgusted because what happened was horrible and unfair.
Because of a tray of Oxycontin pills, four people were shot and two of them perished.
But those two men haven't been forgotten and they will always be cherished.
(Dedicated to Stephen Lovell and Richard Sommerville who were murdered ten years ago today on May 23, 2013)
Some see hope is just a four-letter word
Vulgar a profitable and annoyance just
And seemingly torturous void but just as love
Love is also a four-letter word we put them both
Both together what have you heard
Violent abundant separated confusion lust
A lasting yet prominent non delusion virtuous
Do find The prominent measurement of time corruptible me the lip of the TV corrosive rain down from above and what of Lucifer yes he's the most beautifulness of all that's so endearing so I'm clearing he too had a different veering I'm trusting The Vault of righteousness jealous incapable of being decisive but yet you're fighting separated alluring prominent prideful a murderer or a liar can he to be redeemed like Mortal man or is he already chained up and abandon in this war we rage the rage is one when all is said and done what we have left is hope and love
5/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©