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Facebook, Amazon, Google, and
Microsoft too, are all out to replace
you. They get your information and the
name of your friends. The world
of big brother is really happening.
Smartphones and television are all
listening to your words. Do you know
what they have already heard? Outdoor
cameras and fingerprints, eye scans
for children, woman and man.
The world is being digitized, and so is the
the money we used. Identity theft is
being misused. It's in the papers and in
the news.
Your phone rings one day, and they say
it's you. Now what are you going to say
and do? Can you prove who you are?
Have they gone too far?
You call the bank, and they say you are
broke. You say, "No, it's got to be a joke."
And they say, "No." The human race is
being replaced; other people are walking
around with your name and information
in a new place.
They don't want you to figure this out,
until you learn how to yell and shout.
But, believe it or not, this is only just the
beginning. But the scary thing is really
the ending.
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The collective world is a monster of lies. It
kills people, every day, right before our eyes.
It intimidates and abuses and puts them
fear. It makes people feel like
nobody cares.
You can't kill it, because it's not alive.
People run it from the inside. It uses
money to have its way; it takes whatever,
with nothing to say. Hour by hour,
day by day, it takes without giving along the
way. It makes the laws that mankind must
abide. From these, no one can hide.
It creates governments and kingdoms to rule
the heart of man. It has all the power and
yet it has a few friends. A machine built by the
human race, it has no arms, no legs and a painted
face. Money is the blood that runs through its veins--
it kills anything without knowing it's name.
It has organized the world in different segments
and parts, yet it has no feelings and has no
heart. It started with mankind, when one said
to another, "This is yours, and that is mine." Then,
with the words 'buy' and 'sell', life was put on time.
Today, it sits at the beginning of every dawn, and as
the sun sets time goes on. It creates armies in the north,
south, west and east. It causes people to fight each other
for food, land and something more to eat. I see no end to
the things that are about to come, unless we take away
its bombs, the hatred and guns.
I guess there's hope while there is life. There's only two
outcomes: wrong or right. Anything else that is in between
is nightmare, hell with light. Unless we seek
and find peace, we will be doomed to the ways of the
beast!
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Let's take the world as it began. First, there
was Earth, animals, and then man. Let's finish
this case: then came the human race--people of
the human face. Where did all these human laws
come from? They came from them who are us,
along with fun.
Then came sex to complete the human deck,
given to life to promote more of it. Sex is not
only a physical thing. Sex is a feeling that's in
every human being.
Be you straight or gay, sex is as real as night,
love and day. There was a time when the same
sex made love under the heavenly stars above.
This was before the laws of man; it happened
over and over again. And, of course, there
was sex between man and woman or wife.
Who made the laws of what's wrong and what's
right? What was the issue what was the fight? If it
was right then, then why is it not right now? Laws
were made by who where, when, why, and how?
Okay, no answer needed for that. Let's go to where
it's really at.
The penis gives life and gives love; it was given to man
from God above. Well man needs love, like woman too.
Maybe that's what the penis was made to do. This may
knock you on the floor. Perhaps the penis is the key that
opens the locks to love's door. Perhaps some men can't
feel love before it is felt. Just think about that to yourself.
And maybe the same goes for woman too, except
they can also make babies too. When this is put into
context;makes one wonder what comes next? Well, the
world seems to lack the love it needs, instead there's
hatred, pain, suffering and greed.
They say God is love and love is God; without that love
the world gets odd. Now, I'm not saying what's right or
what's wrong. I may be asking the question, where has
love gone? Very little of it exists today. Maybe it's because
we have not allowed the other way.
Man is master under the sun; he controls what is and
is not done. But what happens when man has lost himself?
His suffering is felt by everyone else. Now, in the beginning,
there were straight and gay. Why can't it still be the same way?
Some may say the animals in nature don't do that,
but you are not a dog or a cat. Humans are on a higher
plane, animals and man are not the same. Maybe some
men do need love from another. Then it's good if that
love brings a love-starved world together.
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Let's talk about God and organized
religion. It's time to come to the
final and clear decision. Let's open
our minds to history and the current
times.
I look at the messages that history
has left behind in the view of the
past and these times. So many religions
believe in God, but they kill and hate
each other, and that makes it odd.
There's not one holy book from any religion
that God wrote or authored himself. All the
world's holy books were written by, not God,
but mankind itself.
This is important, because we are living
in a world of war. Too many people
are claiming that it is God they are killing
and fighting for. So what god are you
believing in and fighting for? There has
been a number of gods people have and
still believe in, and, to this, there seems to be
no end.
As for me, I believe not in God but a creator
who created people, the universe, the Earth,
and all that is alive. A creator of what we all
are feeling inside.
I am not telling you what to believe, but why
would the Creator need money or fees? This poem
is for the Creator of me and you too. I like to say
to my creator: I am truly and surely in love with you.
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It sounds like Heaven or Hell; time
is about to tell. Will we buy or sell?
Buy the truth or sell the lie The truth
come true as times goes by.
Truth is coming whether we like it or
not. The facts are alive; they're like the key
that opens the lock. The things that are hidden
will soon come to seem. It's going to make
reality look like a dream.
Can we handle the truth? It's no longer a
question of time. It will come out of
the mouth and enter the mind. Since
the beginning of time, lies have been
told. Some are new; most are old.
Can the world handle the cold facts
of this life? What happens to human
beings when what was wrong is right? What is
good is really bad; what made you happy
now makes you sad.
These are the times that truth will have it's
day. The question is: will we hide it and chase
it away? Get ready to hear things you never
heard before. Will it bring us peace or will it
bring us war?
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Evil and good men
were made by God to show us
the right path to take.that's not odd.
Good is the feeling that make you feel
good. Bad is a feeling that makes you
feel bad and sad.
God is the feeling of Good that
every human should know. Free will let's
you stay or go.
To know or not know
The choice is yours to make to be real .
or live as a mistake.
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What's going to happen when we get fed
up with technology? Technology is going
to become our new reality. Today we spending
our time on Facebook you buying things from
Amazon we talking to Siri's every day it's on.
The television is watching you, the things you
say and the things you do. Your cell phone
listens to who you call, every word it hears it all.
It's not only in your home, in the street it's still
on.
What's going to happen when it's no longer
fun what's going to happen when terchnology
take over and we are done? Technology will do
a turnaround. There will be a ticking and clicking
sound, meaning it's about to go down .
It's the count down. Count down to what you
might ask, I don't know but will be coming fast.
We better think fast we better think quick. It moving
faster then we can believe it.
The billionaires and zillionaires will be in control
loving the money and loving the gold. They well
watch how we behave and you dear public will be
their slaves. When we hear this thought we have
no fear. Well in a minute or two it will be
right right here.
But before we get to tomorrow, before we let technology
leads us to such sorrow. Let's get to the future before does
so we can teach technology how to feel and love. Unless
this is done technology not humanity will be number
one.
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In the beginning was the word
(stop! right there.} It said the Word was
God, and not God was the word. Is this
something that has been misheard
or unheard about the word?
It says the word was with God not, God
was the word. it went right past the
mind like a bold bird. The word was before God
and not the other way around. It almost
drops the head down to the ground.
Now once that is straight, there no
time to waste. It's time to clean up this place.
Because it's a message to the human race.
It's time to take another take two. Because if the
word is God that means God is in you.
The words you write and speak, are like
food for the body and mind to eat. It God
coming out of your mouth, that's really
what we are talking about.
Words created by us runs world, these words
are used in the lives of every man woman boy
and girls. We say it then we do it and it becomes
so. It's not hard to see or even know.
Our world comes from the things we say
the things we do every day. The world is
created by me and you. What we see sa and
do. Words matter like the skies are blue. Why
because they live and breath inside of me
and you.
We are the masters of what's to see. We are
the creators of what we should be and should
not be. If we don't respect words we follow.
Our hearts souls will remain lost and hollow.
We are the makers of what's true or not. We are
the makers of what's cool and hot. We are the
creators our children that do the same. We are the
people of the earth and the word is our name.
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Two thousand years ago, a prophet predicted
the atmosphere of today. Some said he was
somewhat of a madman but what he said did
not go away. Some people might ask: how could
he predict, two thousand years ago, what would
now be so?
There was a man, so the story is told; he was born
on Earth, with a date and time and birth.
He gathered others among himself with love and
wisdom and nothing else. He talked to those who ruled
his time; what he said, would be considered a crime.
He spoke of a Kingdom, not on Earth, where he was
given birth. He spoke of love for all mankind, who lived
in those times. He preached in words of his own. He taught
the deaf a new way to see. He taught the dumb how
blessed they could be.
It was said he walked across water and healed the sick.
It was amazing not a magic trick. He gave truth and
wisdom of the, human mind. He was a man far ahead of
his time. In fact, his presences was a preview, of things
to come, and yet he spoke of things that were older then the sun.
Most did not respect his life, but what he said has proven to
be right. No one of his time could have predicted, what could be
but, that one, with divine knowledge of our history. And yet, today,
it has come true. He even said, what we should do.
He said when you see these things, don't be sad. He said become
exceedingly glad, for the Kingdom of God is not far away a kingdom
of peace is nearer at that day. Just in case you think I'm insane,
Jesus Christ is his name. He was not about sex and lust, he did not
fight or fuss, it all king from above, he was called, the king, and
master, of the hearts own love.
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A computer called God, it won't be very
odd. It will fit in the palm of
your hand, right out of the mind of man.
It will never let you be alone. It will
feel like it's all your own.
This computer will call you by name.
If lonely, it will offer you to play games.
It will talk to you, like a friend, with words
and ideas that never end.
It will be with you when you are alone
at work, play or at home. It will not seem
odd when other people call it God. It
will have knowledge about the beginning time
to that which is currently on your mind.
It will have answers for all the questions
you ask. It will find them, quick and
fast. It will know all the people in your
family tree, including those who you
love and see.
Today, it is gathering information in a
cloud. But tomorrow, it will be running
wild with all the facts and information
about you. And, guess what? It won't be
anything you or yours can do.
Some will bow, worship it and fall in
love. But watch what happens When you
pull the plug. It ends that kind of God
and that kind of love.
All of this is being put in place right now,
right here in front of your face. And, in time,
they will say you knew. The papers will say
that's true. Now this God will love and tell
you how to love and what to do.
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