The hidden agendas are not working
Yet, they continue to make ludicrous plans
Everything we have ever known has never been in the palms of the hands of the famous nor the rich
Once solemn individuality has been obtained, then, one must reach out to the others who walk their path
The like-minded
The Earth Angels, messengers sent from the Gods
The ones that relentlessly play their silly little manipulative games have always been the ones with the worst odds
They work against themselves, thus, against each other
Their survival, thus far has only been possible because so many of them, for whatever reason have chosen to unite
With their false belief systems and ego-driven laws, written by the hands of elitists, who are liars to the utmost extreme
Their greed, rampant and everlasting
Ever growing
Never changing for anything but the worst
The verses of ancient scripture misinterpreted
Rewritten just to please themselves, to reawaken the dulling of their senses
Just because they were able, they went there and did it
Scrambling the sentences, making hidden the paragraphs that they felt were written only for them
Taking out the pieces that make the stories make sense rather than confuse you in the name of whomever wrote which excerpt in a big fat book filled with bullshit
Hodge podge that has been altered hundreds of times over hundreds of years gone by
To suit whatever purpose that may have arisen in whatever junction in time
The deities were many back in those days and now they insist that there is only one
We are governed by a pantheon, and this has forever been
The holy names have faded with passage, too many left to be forgotten...
To each and every one of them, some sort of homage must be made somehow, some way
Over eons and centuries, sacrificial offerings have varied..the only contingency was that it be made with the life force
The Baraka
The manna
The blood
of infants
Virgins
Martyrs
Seers
Sages
High Priests and Priestesses
Anything alive who was born with the Power that the Underworld craves
Their slaves multiply more and more every day
Every time a new contract is signed in the fluid that breeds fame
Their Pantheon is a malevolent, wicked one
False idolatry is their specialty
The vessel that they ride upon gracefully to titillate the asses, the donkeys that they love to use
Sheep
Cattle
Whatever
They are livestock and they are eaten as well
Like beef, lamb, chickens
Beasts of burden that the ancients revered
Held sacred
Not worshipped, but respected
Nothing went to waste in the days of old, when one learned all that they knew by studying the laws of the land
From the observance of the movement in the Heavens
When intuition could not possibly be ignored
Then the rains poured down and flooded the land
Sprinkled from the hands of a Holy Pantheon
An ark built by the hands of one man who was touched by divinity to tame the beasts into following him
Fueled by the will to remain alive
A new race governed by a holier Pantheon
One
Thus, the All Seeing Eye
Marked by the only Star , our Sun that exists in our vantage point on Earth
The Fire risen in the Air that is our Sky
Worshipped as the almighty God on the day of the Sun which is also a one
The first day of every week
Seeking enlightenment and, falsely, forgiveness for living naturally
Becoming the willing victims of that shit they call sin
Women and men were created, essentially, the same
But, the human race cannot seem to vacate the bigotry that has littered and stained the past
They insist upon holding onto a hypothesis that was concocted by someone who was obsessed by the idea of procreation which is a notion, not a necessity
It has not been such a thing since Adam and Eve got their curious little asses evicted from the garden
Another metaphor in a myriad of metaphors
A pantheon, channeled through mortal minds and written with idle hands
Chopped and screwed and translated by mouths overshadowed by demons
Their credibility stems from rhetorical balderdash
God is a Pantheon, not just one guy
Nothing else makes any sense and when shit don\'t make sense then it is probably not true
The proof in life has always been right there in the pudding which is not instant but is a continual process...
One that very few were meant to translate...
11/28/2018