New Black Currency
Barrel of oil is the new monetary exchange
A heinous plan to enslave/control the planet
Oil dependence, fifty years ago arranged
Evil deeds of “Oil Elite' will run its gamut
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Cyber-tyranny
Beware of Obama plan to regulate 'The Net'
A plan that mirrors China’s cyber-regulation
“Fed will manage passwords” lest you forget
*NSTIC yet more control by administration
*National Strategy for Trusted Identities in Cyberspace
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I'm Razel The Evil Ice-witch
I'm Razel the icewitch, I'm evil and I'm bad,
I'm Razel the icewitch, I'm evil and I'm glad.
Because I can control your feelings, thoughts and deeds,
because I am filled with spite and greed!
I'm Razel the ice-witch I'm sharp as ice,
I'm Razel and I will freeze you with this ice device!
I'm Razel the ice-witch, I'm evil and I'm bad!
I'm Razel the ice-witch, I'm evil and I'm glad!
I will have my way by stopping all birthdays!
I will control your thoughts and deeds,
because I am filled with spite and greed!
I am Razel the ice-witch, I'm evil and I'm bad!
I am Razel the ice-witch, I'm evil and I glad!
I will stop the rays of the sun
I will control all the fun!
Because I am Razel the coldest one,
I can control the weather with the
flick of my thumb.
I will freeze you and me,
because I am evil as can be.
I'm the ice-witch whose made of ice,
I will freeze you with my ice-device!
Written by Sue Chevalier on April 28,2012
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Encounter With a Higher Power
They could care less...
Who comes to add blood and/or funds
To their monetary war chest!
These beasts are beating
Peace into the ground...
No matter who confronts them with protest!
The few want to rule.
To enslave all of us in detention camps...
Like mindless fools now used as tools!
They could care less...
Who comes to add blood and/or funds
To their monetary war chest!
They are counting on the dollar...
To fall to have us caged in in squalor!
That's why the borders go unpatrolled.
To have million fighting,
To make excuses for control!
But that is not going to happen.
As their plans unfold!
An encounter with a higher power comes!
To leave them and their ambitions stunned!
Unknown by the many...
Although these events will be told!
Leaving them left behind...
To be squashed like insects,
In nests no one can fathom, comprehend or define!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Luciferian Agenda
“Power Elite” have followed him
Since the time of pre-history Egypt
Mammon and war be how they sin
Man’s eternal soul want intercept
2012 they promise Armageddon
Through pestilence n’ genocide
Seize control of third dimension
Collective-Christ again crucified
As been before, wicked men shall fail
Evil always finds a way to self-destruct
Wicked shall shake their fists to no avail
As righteous men begin Earth reconstruct
God Created Lucifer to anchor darkness
Until he’s summoned home to convalesce
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Why “occupy” Is Necessary
We’re victims of “Problem, reaction, solution”
Perpetrated by minions of a few evil oligarchs;
Who control finance, resources and the media
“Real change” is now why “Occupy” embarks
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Problem+reaction+solution=control
“Black Flag Ops” create the PROBLEM
Then wait for fear-induced REACTION
Once dust settles they offer SOLUTION
‘Tis how elite gain power n’ CONTROL
(Thanks Jordan, David & Michael for the title)
ROTMS
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The Ancient Mayans Knew
Mayans knew Earth’s rotation one day would still
When time n’ space would find a proper end
When incarnate evil ate its greedy fill
And the will of man would finally bend
The message Mayans left is carved in stone
That those that followed could plainly see
God shall depose “The Beast” from his throne
Once more, restoring peace n’ harmony
A Host of Angels shall come forth n’ be deployed
To every dark corner of this troubled Earth
Evil empires' that ruled so long shall be destroyed
Earth’s pregnant belly makes ready for another birth
A birth of greater consciousness rejoiced by one n’ all
Countless souls shall then begin to fill,
Heavens’ Great n’ Wondrous Kingdom-Hall
Returned those lost, to the loving respite of God's Will
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“The Mayan calendar is a record of the workings of a universal plan for our world. A plan! Not just war and mayhem, slavery and misuse, chaos and craziness, but a PLAN of growth until we come to recognize our oneness with each other and our Creator. Even if we can’t remember choosing to be born now, we did choose it and we are, therefore, equipped to handle whatever comes our way. We CAN make this transition.”
Calleman
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Restoration
American sheeple have given away their power
To a few greedy elite bankers creating illusion
Destruction begins at the end of eleventh hour
Lest “We the People” restore our Constitution
“In one week a non-violent world sit-down strike/no consumption could defeat global elite”
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Walking In Your Footsteps
Fifty million years ago
You walked upon the planet so,
Lord of all that you could see
Just a little bit like me
Walking in your footsteps
Hey mr. dinosaur
You really couldnt ask for more
You were gods favourite creature
But you didnt have a future
Walking in your footsteps
Hey mighty brontosaurus
Dont you have a lesson for us
You thought your rule would always last
There were no lessons in your past
You were built three stories high
They say you would not hurt a fly
If we explode the atom bomb
Would they say that we were dumb?
Walking in your footsteps
Fifty million years ago
They walked upon the planet so
They live in a museum
Its the only place youll see um.
Walking in your footsteps....
They say the meek shall inherit the earth....
Walking in your footsteps....
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Peace
Brother! I extend my hand to you in peace
But I cannot shake a hand holding a sword
Let’s agree that wars upon each other cease
So balance to Planet Earth may be restored
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Razel's Revenge
Melodie and Emeray were born to be crowned with gold
Razel would freeze them making them forget what they know.
She wanted to rule the Kingdom of Mezore' at last
She had a lot of regrets, she lived in the past.
She took her revenge out on two innocent kids
She could careless of the evil she did.
She carried her anger and hatred quite far
Spreading it to another solar system and it's own shining star.
Yes, she wouldn't stop, she would go straight to planet Earth
While Earthanian mother's were giving birth.
Razel needed Melodie and her power yes indeed
To help in evil plan and make her succeed
Razel needed to be the Queen of the Kingdom of Mezore'
So Melodie could not have her 16th Birthday
Razel made a potion so Melodie could not grow old
She would cast an evil spell that was very evil and cold.
Melodie would be frozen and be put in an ice cube bed
Razel would deprogram the crystal on top of her head.
and program it with Razel thoughts instead.
Making her do all the evil things Razel wanted her to do
Melodie not knowing her thoughts were not true.
She wanted to control Melodie's higher power
By taking away her free will she would control from her ice tower.
She would rely on the use of a mind altering Iceranean rock
So Melodie was controlled by Razel every time she talked.
A pon in Razel's evil plan, Melodie would be
Making everyone in the solar system be deceived
That the Mezoraneans were evil and mean
Selling Mezoranean crystal headbands for power and greed.
Written by Puppet Lady on December 11,1998
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Razel’s Revenge
Melodie and Emeray were born to be crowned with gold,
Razel would freeze them making them forget what they know.
She wanted to rule the Kingdom of Mezore’ at last,
She had a lot of regrets, she lived in the past.
She took her revenge out on two innocent kids,
She could careless of the evil she did.
She carried her anger and hatred quite far,
Spreading it to another solar system and it’s own shining star.
Yes, she wouldn’t stop, she would go straight to planet Earth,
While Earthanian mother’s were giving birth.
Razel needed Melodie and her power yes indeed,
To help in evil plan and make her succeed,
Razel needed to be the Queen of the Kingdom of Mezore’
So Melodie could not have her 16th Birthday,
Razel made a potion so Melodie could not grow old,
She would cast an evil spell that was very evil and cold.
Melodie would be frozen and be put in an ice cube bed,
Razel would deprogram the crystal on top of her head.
and program it with Razel thoughts instead.
Making her do all the evil things Razel wanted her to do,
Melodie not knowing her thoughts were not true.
She wanted to control Melodie’s higher power,
By taking away her free will she would control from her ice tower.
She would rely on the use of a mind altering Iceranean rock,
So Melodie was controlled by Razel every time she talked.
A pon in Razel’s plan, Melodie would be,
Making everyone in the solar system be deceived
That the Mezoraneans were evil and mean,
Selling Mezoranean crystal headbands for power and greed.
Copyright 1998 Chevalier Originals, Inc.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Red Pill
The "Blue pill" induces blissful sleep
Administered by hearts black as coal
The "Red pill" shall set you free;
From global elite who want your soul
"Inform yourself,
Free your mind"
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Choreographed
No matter what words are spoken,
This turmoil has been carefully arranged.
No matter what plans for peace are discussed,
The game of destruction is the same.
To get those to believe they are under attack...
There has to be a plan created,
To prove that with physical facts.
And they have already done that.
No matter what words are spoken,
This turmoil has been carefully arranged.
And carefully choreographed...
By those who are plotting
To control thought processes
'Delivered' to your brains!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Elite Crimes Against Humanity
We must educate inferior elite
cure them of their superiority complex,
because their inability to give
to feel remorse guilt compassion,
proves them to be a crime against humanity.
The elite believe
they control our world,
with their weapons
of poverty prejudice,
ignorance religion.
The elite are truly like
child bully in the sand box,
who never learned to share
as adults sowing grief despair,
it is time to teach them responsibility.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Jewel Of The Cosmos
She is but a speck this water planet
A shimmering jewel in the Cosmos
Alas, an evil few choose pose a threat
Of total ruin whilst unsuspecting doze
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On The Origins of the Money, the Market and Slaves
Four boarders, languages, clans of colour and an old age of metals
Bare landscapes, rare travels, ancestry, raw sleeves and petals
The natives: The slaves, then the market and the money
The inventions, alchemy, the art a sweet harmony!
The first laws of exchange, ideas of tax and early ideas of wealth
Ideas of centralism, greed and making more money out of death
The role of the slaves, to plough the yards and farms and make more cents
To build the market, to build the market until it made more sense!
To let the whole world know, that for thousands of years evil shall reign
The origins of the market and money, the pure effort of slaves without any gain
The slaves were brought from slavery by blood, sweat and tears
Was that not in vain if slavery now has changed form
From working muscles for a thousand years
To brains not working but greed fills the hearts of the wounded
Will more greed heal the wounds of evil irreversible?
The laws of exchange revisited
Wealth not in monetary terms
Wonder if by loosing we did not gain
Lessons learnt from bloodshed
Should gain us bare landscapes, rare travels, ancestry, raw sleeves and petals
Written In Collaboration with Xolelwa Zulu (verse 11-20: 01 February 2010)
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More Fun Than A Barrel Of Monkeys
there are multiple questions pertaining to the concept,
'more fun than a barrel of monkeys.'
how big is the barrel?
how many monkeys are we talking about?
how big are the monkeys? Are we talking spider monkeys, chimps, baboons or what?
Are the monkeys old or young and where's the barrel, inside or outside?
If you leave the monkeys in the barrel, you got a problem:
they'll die in their own excrement,
if you lift the lid and let them out,
they might kill you.
a monkey can rip out your eyes, is that fun?
monkeys, leaping and running around the house, can do a lot of damage, is that fun?
monkeys are dirty, so... what exactly do you consider fun?
what's it going to be like trying to get the monkeys back in the barrel?
would that be fun?
what would the neighbors think of you, if you released the monkeys into their yards?
what happens if the police gets involved?
it could mean everything imaginable is more fun than a barrel of these animals.
maybe even more fun than a barrel of human beings.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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Important Teachers Come And Go
Years ago I met and experienced a workshop with a very gifted man named 'Drunvalo'. A man possessed of a gentle soul of mild demeanor, but at the same time in tune in with what is going on in the world around us, and where we might be going.
He once said;
'Imagine as a new born baby looking up at parents that are so very different and surroundings with colors and shapes you could not begin to imagine on Earth. Indeed a whole new world to experience...just think about how exciting that would be.' Drunvalo was describing what it might be like to be born on an entirely different planet in a brand new galaxy. This speaks to the limitless potential of the human soul and its endless possibilities.
'Intuition and inspiration is the true essence of an awakened being'
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Modern Day Slavery
Human trafficking, most unsavory,
Still practiced in the world today!
Evil men engaged in modern day slavery,
On innocent women n' children they prey
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