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Atlas Slugged
An Atlas slugged hanging from his foot by a noose of his own makings protocols of destruction these consider themselves elders faking copper smiths of there own design over their head in the swelling ford just because they consider themselves little gods does not make them Lord their report from iron mountain a disneying witch mountain enticed they lay in wait for the own blood a broken stagnant fountain War was a part of the economy the people expendable ammo reasons stand if you tell a lie long enough it is still a lie bravo extraterrestrial the devil and demons cast out of heaven waiting ever thousand years for there batman wedden dark eleventh knight their superman universal grey ghost what ever to hide the truth from the majority of the host by peace the anti-christ will destroy many policy twenty-one they are unhinged four atop in eight different languages but accord one look at their Georgia Guide stones their end justifies their means heaped behind curtains of oz down under their wizardly machine with their false commandments ten of their sorite cities where all motors stopped but they cant get off stuck in their throat a voodoo doll drinking tainted blood of a Moravian dynasty of a Tiburtine Sibyl reruns of a Orwellian Blavatsky’s snuff books of hidden uncivil they talk to their Seth's try to be gods without God oldest lie there is methodius of a pseudo Mithra's as Jezebel the false prophetess trampled of horse and rider ate by the dogs an unrecognizable burial vault cast in the field of iniquity like white dung a pillar of salt unknowingly predicts her own death not at the hands of her false gods stabbed but by the True and Living God And thou shalt smite the house of Ahab thy master,that I may avenge the blood of my servants the prophets, and the blood of all the servants of the LORD, at the hand of Jezebel.
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John Beam
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