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Among the dead contest
Joe Incatasciato
Her Heart is black with malice.
Her beauty cloaks her greed
With their blood she fills her chalice
and consumes them while they bleed
To love she is a stranger
Her motive's building wealth
The naive can't sense the danger
and are soon in declining health
She has been adored by many
and each one she's left to rot
For remorse, she hasn't any
As she gazes on their plots
It's said she's followed by a flock
Of all her murdered shills
They follow not to end her stalk
but because they love her still
Use caution. when in love you fall
Take care, or become her prey
For she cannot feel love at all
Beware, The Raven's way
Democratic Senator Kirsten Gillibrand
Surely the most pious, learned Christian in all the land
Came out today with a most scholarly shocker
For which I find it hard to do aught but mock her
She told several fawning reporters** that restricting abortion
Is against the Christian faith, at least its most important portion
She explained that Christians are given free will, and then this:
That a democracy separating church and state is sadly remiss
If it intends to impose anti-abortion 'faith' against its citizens' wills
Thus labeling pro-lifers a denominational religion, as do political shills
So, whatever your stance on abortion may be, from pro-it to the death penalty
Perhaps on this we can all agree: Ms. Gillibrand's logic is pure quackery.
**CBS and Reuters
The diggers..Our heros ( they would be
calling you on ! ) so march up to Canberra.'
commemorate, in good spirits with
Songs.! They who gave us everything.' Of all
the
Life that they posessed.' And those who came
Back to ( their homeland ) lived out a real good
Rest.' And they helped build a Nation; where free
Thinking? It was key.' A country of sporting
Heros, being the best they could be, people
Who surf forbidding waters, despite some pesky sharks
Crocodile hunters, and even those of the larrikins heart.' Walkabout warriors..And farmers; who fought fires; floods
and drought, strong shearers, and
our
ringers have
Taught.' Us much; theres no flam'n doubt! Taught me such great lessons' of which
Mateship was great to be.' Overlook
your friends small; imperfections, and watch greatness
Blossom, she'll come good, just wait and see.. Yet their country has been occupied, and slavery now looms
Pagan ideology is embedded, up on the hill
In secret rooms.' You'll find the shills.)
Old Stan Coster called it out..
Mates; so give him some true due.' Who was educated by (an old digger) bear with me now; for i'm nearly through.' Do not disgrace our heros..' I will make infamous any such breach.! For when you march into Canberra you will, attain a worldwide reach.' By all
means shame the rotten pollos.'
Remind them and do not bow, come there in the
millions
You have ( TO DO IT NOW.!)
Give notice you'll be
removing; this un-law-full mob of dingos
, just cross-eyed
Mongrel curs, it must begin; right before their den, mates can together; show the whole world how.' Mates unite and share your stories or even break some
bread.? And when ( the march for
Australia comes on ') tell this whole world ' that our spirit was never..' Ever, really dead.!!
I wandered lonely as the crowd
Of harlots, beggars, thieves and shills,
slow followed helpless as it plowed
Through the valleys, over the hills.
Although the leaders of this herd
Spoke loudly no one heard a word.
Continuous, amoeba like
It searched to find its changing way
A predator, slow poised to strike.
Its followers its chosen prey.
And yet the mindless throngs embrace
This demon with a hidden face.
The strange amoebic being purred
As its harsh needs it plainly shared
Its hum now in violence roared
Against all those who never cared.
A fire lit now boldly blazed
I knew somehow the mob was crazed.
And then they came with boots and clubs
Burned the stores and blamed the owners.
They weren’t the police but hooded thugs
Messengers of unknown donors.
I wandered lonely thru this crowd
And wondered, WHY, is this allowed.
John G. Lawless
©9/20/2022
England Britain call it what you will? has been passed to
The hands of idiotical shills!!
World take notice! (Watch this space) sovereign lands; now hold
Your place.!
Resist the evil of a (global plan) to subjucate each woman; each child
And man.'
Express no confidence.!
Begin your flight, into national autonomy a God given right!
There is only one globalist' who all can trust! he drew up humans from the very dust! Science is proving Him,)
The Eternal of days..It is right to offer Him thanks and praise! Gather in groups and pray for us all ' each land
Each peoples, consistantly call.! I ask the people of these
Now (septic isles) put aside self interest, and invoke the
Tide..Of the Holy Spirit to immerse and guide, express no
Confidence in humaniy's thrall.' From human overbearing and
Pomp. Now turn; to call.' May Britain bask ' in the the Spirits burn' take
Away this evil from Londons heart..Express no confidence
Its past time, it must start.)
In forward thought John Duns Scotus
taught, who still feared appears to be.?
(In a tiff..De-lete-ists proffered him a cap)
And rammed in your eye a monacle blurred
As blurred can be.!!!
Oh yes' For He penned of a treatise true' And in
The thirteenth century too..Mind you.' A
Foundational claim,its framework right and fair.'
We must invoke it.! For such; we have
only to dare.! Let it be read, on small screens and large, be discussed in city plazas, and even hotel bars.'
This affermation of Gods good will.'
To humans He created..With it start your minds to
Fill' marveling no longer at tawdry things.'
Yet walk in this power that sunbdjucates
kings.' kings with arthritis and all manner of i'lls not divine or omnipotent.' Just washed out shills.' Stand on Gods promise
And respect each other." What is shared
Equally cannot be taken if, all humanity
stand by it.' And each other' as eternal
sisters and brothers.!
Anarchy incited by consciousness divides deeply
rather than conquer those already sleeping
evermore the same, those who have, who have not
shills at a game of chance fill the room, persuasion the game
populated backstories idealize and idolize submission
turned up volume can’t let me think I can do anything about it
take my word for it...you’re mine...heartbeats synchronized
oh, how sweet it is to be loved by you...
Poisoned in the great well, Lucky Charms soothe
I remember, I forget and so the wheel turns...those
who do wake up sometimes it seems go back to...
my heart, if really mine, saddens to think the gold is only
water paint and it too shall run away...
I wrote this after reading about Osho...what happens to our Guru’s or beings
of great spirit? Does our society mock and loosen their fabric of gilt? Does it become the fabric of guilt? I know not...I wish I could see from this vantage point beyond the illusion of this world...from this protected innocence...I crave knowing the truth...
Oh beware the villian in 2022.' Thats what the trusted news outlets told you..And why
Not beleive them, they have always done concientious reporting, as you knew they would.' Oh despite no mention of mass infection when Russian troops moved into the Donbass..Whose leaders had requested this..But its not what western media on the drainstream saturated us with in hourly blasts.' Meanwhile con-vid never killed many-bodies on the battlfield
Despite un-sanitary conditions, yet truth can never yeild.' Then Putin advised there were bio-labs He'd captured ' that had made the nu-vou flu, of twenty twenty two
The western media claimed, this was only
Lies he had invented.? Then he said he had
Freed thousands of children, who would have gone to unspeakable fates.' Drainstream media interjected and were most irate.' They said he was a kidnapper.'
He countered that it was rather zelensky, backed by.??? Satanist western leaders.' And boy did they deny it all.' Like pure truth
They had invented.' They asked him why he
Held them still.? He said he was under sanctions by ( deceptive shills ) then they attacked with tanks, with german soldiers in them in full uniform, yet he did not give in.' They said he was 'teaching the kids he was holding Russian' he replied they needed to ask for requirements, ain't that
Something.? Well i suppose some might want milk, or bathroom effects, or clothes
Laundered, should they just grunt? And bang their heads.' So cummunication we see was needed.'
Intelligeble sentances could be
Un-impeded.'
So what do you say..Out in audience
land
'Could all be not as scripted ?) So
over to
You, do think and say.'
By the will of a shill
They deface the blood-filled memory
Marauders invade the capital city to the steps
Spoiling the roots of liberty tree by butchery
Strike the man who stands upon a mountain
Art of memory destroyed to satisfy mediocrity
“Let it burn” controlling hunger of a mob
A fitting placebo for the mentally maimed
Destruction remains of smoke and graffiti fire
Then the children ask in horror
Why a proud man died?
Demeaned like Santa Clause
They fall with grace withheld
Soon the young in strife will seek to vilify
Anyone those lacking leadership decry
Until no neutral Hun exists
Acceleration of the withering slain
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_cBayEcXsxc&feature=emb_logo
https://www.wsws.org/en/articles/2021/01/07/pers-j07.html
With apologies to Albert Camus
I once was a circus strongman,
Sovereign of midway spectacles.
I wore a leopard-skin loincloth
And a lion-claw necklace.
My club was seasoned hardwood.
I proudly dragged my knuckles
Through the sawdust and straw.
I wrestled the orangutan
And boxed the kangaroo.
I tore phone books in half
With my teeth.
I became a star promotion
With elevation from sideshow freak
To a main ring attraction.
My charisma was marketed
By carnival barkers and snake oil shills.
My future in show biz seemed bright.
My manner was summertime light,
And then came the fall.