Evil

angels don't play this HAARP

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Angels don’t play this HAARP

Angels play Harps and Lyres
Abject beauty to inspire
But theres a HAARP: Nazi
Not made from music wire

Angels don’t play HAARP
Have not done from the start
HAARP is in Alaska, Reading
Designed to effect your heart

Soul too, to suppress the truth
Disconnect from the divine
Negative frequencies disturb you
Remove a life so sublime

That’s not to say your happy
Angels don’t play HAARPS sadly
But life can be amazing
Better than the life your leading

HAARP on almost daily
Reading, main one in Alaska
Not forgetting one in Norway
All because our leaders don’t care

Restriction, any way they can
Prescription drugs, poison food
Another way to restrict; religion
Designed to make a puppet of you

No strings in this HAARP too
Just a mass of wire, electric
Ionospheric heater too
Can even manufacture earthquakes

Like Hadron Collider will break
Divine don’t trust any machine
Illuminate and the dark makes
By definition distinctly nazi

Author's Notes/Comments: 

please google LHC and HAARP for more info

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my ode entitled 'bloodline of cain'

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BLOODLINE OF CAIN

 

Who are descendants of cain
People ask me
For a start they are all descended
From the serpent and Eve

 

Noah’s flood was designed
To erase Cain’s bloodline
With wiping Canaanites in mind
No success wiping out this vine

 

War crimes and more; bogus system
Cain killed Abel and didn’t care
Relatives have shaped even religion
And again we live in the times of Noah

 

The next, flood type incident
Is coming soon to take care of
All those descended from the serpent
The ones not caring for mother earth

 

Everyone on this earth gets judged
To decide which world they merit
A one full of selflessness
Cain’s bloodline and evil won’t get it

 

But even if you descend from Cain
You still have a chance with the divine
If your selfless and/or believer
Everything will turn out just fine

 

Faith is essential for this process
Without it your just suffering
And dying when there is no death
With it fearlessness, higher vibration
Not forgetting absolute protection

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A Dance With the Devil

I play my games
fluttering my eyelashes
Licking my lips
You catch your breath
When I simply move my hips
Perfumes of nervous sweat
By the time my strap slips
I know that you want me
I hear your eager yips
But patience my dearest
Take small, sweet sips
You reach to caress me
Your whole world flips
Open your eyes
See all my lies
I was never even near
Your fingertips
Beg all you please
I am but a tease

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Parents Prayer

Long are the days when a parent waits and prays
Prays for their children to live a joyful life
Prays that their days are full of enjoyment not strife
Yet here we all stand
Afraid of every woman and man
Who do we trust and how can we know
if they will be safe when we let them go?
My heart is heavy with sadness and worry
For there are dangerous people
filled with evil and fury

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The events from Dec 14, 2012 are weighing heavily on my mind and sometimes poetry helps me let it out.

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The World Turned Upside Down

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ThoughtShock


(From 'ThoughtShock; A manifesto' Chapter 13)

 

Chapter Thirteen

'The World turned Upside Down'

 

Epilogue “My oh my

              My oh my, look at what we've done.

Found ourselves a pretty little gun.

Towards the heavens we looked, as we squeezed the trigger.

 

          My oh my, barely holding onto what we have left.

Still searching for god during our dieing breath.

Picking up these pieces, of these shattered reasons

memories and dreams of that perfect season.

 

You only lose; surrender when it is then you chose not to stand.”

 

                 The king is dead, as we believe every word that's said

and through the fires we shall walk among the liars.

We seem to have forgotten what this life is really about,

and you wonder why, I want to call you all out.

We see no evil, but can't resist being deceitful.

 

              My oh my, there is so much more than what we see.

A universe within a universe is that really so hard to believe?

Courage can no longer be found in a world built in sin.

Cruelty feeds evil in this game I am determined to win.

The devil will kick me while I am down,

it will be my own doubts that will keep me bound.

Chained to failure it will become a trophy

Look deep and you shall see its my apathy.

Caged within a society, who has a depraved mentality.

Epilogue “The world turned upside down

 

Journal Entry;

November 16th 2012

 

                          Nothing seems to make sense anymore. As if chaos were knocking at our door and I want no part of your insanity, fueled by greed and vanity. Where corruption is often rewarded and somehow truth is abhorred. We live in a world where valor has been slain and conditioned at birth to not even use your brain.

As the tides have shifted, as the deceptions get more twisted and even more wicked. With so much that has already gone wrong. I often wonder if this is truly where I want to belong. Where are the angels, where are those saints? In an age of knowledge god is not the only one who creates. By our hands we have the ability for such beauty, and by our hands the blood soaks so much travesties.

 

                        The only creatures that can think outside of the box. The only creatures to seek peace by talks. Though we choose violence to convey sympathy. An eye for an eye mentality and still too blind to simply see. That through the madness, when the dust settles. We will find ourselves on the other side of the battles.

I find myself wanting to fade away, why survive when hope seems to have left this day. Left stranded out in the freezing rain, an entire world drowning in suffering and pain. Desperately struggling just to survive, just to remain. We become the storytellers to the children, unfortunate that the lessons taught is the result of our sin.

Cowards will always hide behind the lies, their trickery makes for a perfect disguise. This is the world that is being shaped. The world you helped create. It's a world built on greed and hate yet never forget that this life is and always will be what you make.

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was really starting to doubt myself again, until well this started brewing in my mind. I was really pleased with the way this came out, and I bet you all forgot about my book "ThoughtShock"

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Devil's Gate

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Devil's Gate

Beneath hell bridge
The tunnel draws you in
By catacomb echoes
To the woods amidst the howls
The stream flows to Belial's face
There, the doorway awaits...

Hooded shadows move in the darkness
Within the forest deep below
'Neath the moon, a silver rictus
Flames aflicker in their hands
The Bridge To Hell has brought you here...

By the gaze of The Demon
Incantations, glowing symbols
Black Altar set before The Gate
Trapezoid traced in the air
Magic thick withIn this place
Much too much for most to bear
She faints into the chair...

An iron gate between two torches
A pyramid points to Hell
The Consort & The Beast enthroned
Invoking energy, surrounding force
Moonchild come to be
A scarlet portal of the flesh
Scarlet Daemon Goddess, Lilith
The Daemonseed possessed...

The earth trembles, 'something' stirs within
By this Sorcery triumphant
The stone face seems to move in place
The Portal shifts & churns
Can you hear the breathing?
The Eye opens, The Gate parts
Black Shadow in the night...
Encircles, suspended 'time'
The air is heavy with evil sensation

"Something" came through...
Within Me, within you...

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Bridge To Hell

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Devil's Gate

On the dark horizon
At dusk the sun descends into The Abyss
Blackened with the flames of Hell
Satan spreads His wings of night
Coursing across the Black Earth
On road of triple six
Leads to a bridge between the worlds...

The Bridge To Hell is calling...

Grim Reaper is your guide
Voices on the wind
Calling your name into the fog
Breathe in The Demon's breath
Empowered or consumed...

The Bridge To Hell is calling...

Another sacrifice
Plunges into The Pit
Headlong into the black
Mesmerizing spectral lights
Casts a ghostly pallor
Compelling... impelling...
Now there's no turning back
Will you make it to The Other Side?

December 13, 1913
A monster was erected
With legs of iron and steel
Body of stone
Then the blood began to flow
In throes of lamentation
Broken flesh and bone
Taken by the land...

The Bridge To Hell...
It breathes...
The Bridge To Hell...
It feeds...

Who is that by the side of the road?
In Death's embrace?
Forever gone, but yet returned
Haunting The Night eternal
Where they met their fate
Did you see your face?
Down beneath the archways
The wilderness below
At Devil's Gate...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The hauntingly beautiful bridge is infamous for a continuing series of suicides since its birth in 1913, but it was after this rite that numbers multiplied dramatically, as if the area was somehow more so drawing those so inclined, and perhaps not so much so, towards their doom. It has been postulated that these, along with the disappearances, may be "sacrifices" to feed the dark forces released on the day of the ritual.

It is said that the very archways of this veritable "Hell Bridge", particularly that framing Devil's Gate, may serve as an entryway for nefarious energies.

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An Epiphany

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Light and Dark

Black, the darkest thing known.
It greedily absorbs everything it can and belches all that is left, which is nothing – and evil void.
Black is dead to goodness, hates light, and despises all things that it does not consume.
It hates light for its goodness and supremacy.
It is the men, consumed by the darkness, who will tremble in fear at the last and coming light of this cursed earth.
It is the best known setting for all crime, to show it’s part in evil and is loved by all who despise the light.
Black is surely the darkest thing known.

White is the most righteous of all things.
All that it gains it gives to those who need it.
Its glory is so radiant in color that the colors blend into one untied blaze of light.
It is filled with righteousness so that all who see it cannot deny it.
In all darkness there is a ray of light, which grows and grows until it destroys the darkness, which is death to all things great and small.
Surely, white is the most pure and righteous of all things, and may it always be.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I actually wrote this when I was 12-14, I didn't date it. I seemed to know a lot back then... and I'm still building on it now. :D

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Evil Man In The Mirror

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Evil man in the mirror, what are you doing here? Did you come for my little brother? He is in his room sleeping. He doesn't like you, you know? Why do you look so ugly Mr.? What happened to you? Why wont you talk? I demand you speak to me what is your name? I can't understand you, you are gurgling too much. What are you here for? Give me some kind of sign. Why are you pointing at me? Do you want to be my friend? I don' care if you're ugly. "Aaaahhh!" I will be right back my brother must have had a nightmare. Stay put now.........(5 min later)....I'm back Where did you go? You're not in the mirror anymore. Fine be that way. Hmph! "Come here" Is that you ugly man? "Come here" Okay, I am coming, geez. Where are you at? "Over here" I think I see you behind the shower curtain. "Come" I'm coming...and you're not in the bathtub. Stop playing games. "No over here" Gasp! Don't hide behind the closet door like that! You're getting guts everywhere! Ugh! What's that in your hand? "Your brother's middle finger" Oh no no no! Where is he you bastard?! "I ate him, and I need more.." You're crazy! This can't be happening! "Just relax, it will only hurt for a little bit" Noooooooooooo!Get off of me! OUCH! AAAHHHHHHH! I beg you I am only 12 years old! Aaahhhh! Mom! Dad! God! Help! I am being murdered! Help, help, help me, he---............

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