"Like Wheat To Their Tare"
I'm like Wheat to their Tare, within the Beasts Chequered Square/
Seeing the Elites try defeat, what they can't and now they're scared
From the Phoenicians, to the Egyptians, to the wisdom they taught/
Whether the Pagans or the Masons, we've been played like a fool
To be fooled into believing, we're not pauns in a game/
As they call on Tubal-Cain, as from CannaBaal is where they came
Being fearful of the creator, it's to Satan that they prey/
And being they're 1/3 Fallen, Thirty-Three gets displayed
We've been dumbed down like Eloi, by the Morlocks of law/
Like Enoch wasn't called to the Lord, in book number four
Within the illusion of choice, the Gentiles think that they're free/
Yet with the mind being confusing, they've been deluded to believe
From Numerology to Geology, the whole lot is esoteric/
But like History and Geography, the Lord's Word they can't edit
They wanna burn what is spirit, like they did with the books/
And to war the Holy Spirit, is as stupid as it looks.
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It's that ever elusive blaspheming, termed the unpardonable sin. A harbinger of a poem. Thanks for sharing.
(a great write, dear poet
thanks for sharing
and inspiring
my little scribbled reply)
let's 'flip a coin':
Pharaoh's with the worlds first slave trade
immortalised by timeless, Pyramids..
a Jewish generation, murdering a Christian
for blasphemy
and the world immortalising him, as a God..
a Genius named Einstein, credited
world wide
for creating an atomic bomb, he never worked on
immortalised, by his (E = mc2) t-shirts..
(we humans be a parody
of our parody: realities)
'the most dangerous person
in the world
is the individual who reads
a single book
or adheres
to a single, perspective
and thinks, they
have all the answers
when
the rest of the world, generation
after wasted, generation
has yet to find, the right
questions...'
being impassioned, is fine
being closed minded, is sad..
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