An Image Of The Beast Rules
Populations held down bound
in propaganda ignorance hate.
Tyrants proud walk among us.
Living on not as illegal outcasts.
But as charismatic nation leaders.
Cherished denizens. Wielding
strength of demonic disguised
power. Only low. Less cunning
dogs. Are seen face recognized
for who they soul sold do bow.
Throughout human choice ages
have corrupt dark souls misruled.
Then in ages past as present now.
Smearing their mislead Nations.
With individual temptation evil.
As they hostage hold Our World.
In perpetuity. Before
image of the beast.
Until Har-Magedon.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Stone Cross
Read weep moan marvel
at drover’s driven dross
while too few sincerely mourn
a far greater terrifying loss;
heartfelt chosen selected life
stone pledged; final solution cross.
Look with compassion upon
shadows bespeaking suffering
sea saved floatsam full stark
face affirming agonized affliction
unveiled herded branded inhumanity
industrialized mechanical process
is more demonically tumultuous
than heaven’s hosts could abide stand
view with nerve frayed stringent
wrenching gutted angelic perfect heart
final fatal fallen orb unleashed depravity
inflicted with whipped screaming insensitivity
without window-dressing a barbaric cruelty
within frosted protective polemics’ mad mind.
Two naked tears screaming come
one for each soulless sightless
eye in streams fevered form
flow from lifeless victim eyes
down hollow gaunt sunken cheeks
years cannot infliction fathom
depths disparaging indentured
genocidal indulgence ghost look
such eyes dread soul expires dies.
Candle snuffed no longer brightly burns
within sensation saturation sodden injured.
Human-less spirit fragmented untouchable
body flexes feeling of a trauma chronic kind.
In another age time another pyre place agonized
beyond measure-able distance far away stretched
crimes committed surpass comprehension civilized
forgiveness murdered discarded remains unquestioned
mounds of broken coke carbon fuel cooked oven bones
pre-cooked unto oblivion new dust cremated termite mounds
mounds lie piled still an aging testament to craven third Reich.
Lining bone manured rows
where giant cabbages
once in time did grow.
Lust bloated bodies juices
souls squeezed spoke mutely
as they devoured dribbled
down demon grinning chins
of Schutzstaffel SS guards
in erected extermination camps.
How did we get here?
From gentle comfort
of a woman’s womb.
Why is it. Evil has survived?
In changing kaleidoscope.
Hatching hideous patterns.
Acid answer is found
in interchanging megalomaniac;
effacing emotion, feeling, locked
within (fragile fragmented)
soul aspiring human heart.
Propaganda. Self serving philosophy
practiced by virulent vermin
who profit manufacture war.
Sole purpose propelling life
destruction. Holocaust.
A man responsible for death
dehumanizing millions.
Killer keywords victim.
In search sowing suffering.
Sleeping conscience abated.
Boundary; blindness, hate, fear. Nationalism.
Arsenal; clubs, whips, violent tension.
Threat. Is trigger stimulant mind controlled.
Cry Freedom Now. Bullet lacks morals.
Sane silence more oppressive than organized outcry.
Hate breeds hate epidemically.
Hate for all things all life.
A soul in chains sieves conspiracy.
Feels all things conspire against self.
Destroy Destroy All Forever.
From face of earth. Strike Strike
All Everything Down. Every Last
Man Woman Child. Animal Bug.
Destroy every City every Tower
every Dwelling. Break every Stone
standing on another. Destroy Destroy
Still. Still it is not Enough. Destroy.
Ruins surround and confront.
Glaring accusations athirst sight.
Charred ruins like convulsed minds.
Victims suffer slaughtered over centuries.
Impaled linger transfixed. Slowly agonizingly die.
No answer is found
to comfort dying cries.
Evil conspires to flourish
as plague sweeping diseased
spores into welcoming pores.
Harboured nurtured developed
growing with power-crests.
Engulfing blackness rides carries
devastates all before selected.
When events happen rage rapidly rabid.
Definitively remain beyond comprehension.
Everything appears becomes threats.
A lifetime of critical injury can be imaged.
Concentrated raged. Into one blow. Murderous.
Though a few nations
heaped verbal venom
scorn upon Hitler. Powerful
demon voice was never stilled.
Even when crippled weakened.
Presence arrested
vibrations external forces.
Unfettered realm
pervades creative analysis.
Time past contracting into present
vortex flux existent continuation inflicted pain.
Carrion birds came fed off rotting.
Living Corpses. Diseased minds like worms
ate as leeches each life holding vein.
Exploited solution washes polluted chemically.
No fresh water flows down such shower drains.
Cries agonized voices torn apart
as nails claw shred concrete walls.
Re-cemented every three wipe-out weeks.
Flesh compressed confined sealed gassed chambers
choked entangled in streams secluding blood.
Children weeping last heard mockery echo.
Reaching for clinging shredding. Bare skirt-less legs.
Collective Guilt Is Groundless.
Guilt is individual as is salvation.
Collective guilt cannot enforced be
laid upon innocence preadolescent.
Vengeance reparations cause wars?
No indictment exists
nor means rationally
for law creating crime
as collective nations
shame blame guilt.
Penalty culpability
regret responsibility
admissions of evils
For the Indictment
of an entire nation.
Least free-born blood
of race righteousness.
Condemned in error.
Cry out from ground
in accusation against us.
Evil must be cleansed
to source malignant.
Before humanity can
collectively throw off. Weight
cavitation chains walk free.
Populations held down bound
in propaganda ignorance hate.
Tyrants proud walk among us.
Living on not as illegal outcasts.
But as charismatic nation leaders.
Cherished denizens. Wielding
strength of demonic disguised
power. Only low. Less cunning
dogs. Are seen face recognized
for who they soul sold do bow.
Throughout human choice ages
have corrupt dark souls misruled.
Then in ages past as present now.
Smearing their mislead Nations.
With individual temptation evil.
As they hostage hold Our World.
In perpetuity. Before
image of the beast.
Until Har-Magedon.
Populations. Are not evil
in conscience themselves.
Though individual evil.
Can overcome a people.
Transform a sane nation.
With propaganda blinded.
Mind putty clay controlled
is shaped at dictator’s will.
Goose-steps into oblivion.
Siddharta Gautama states.
‘To understand everything
is to forgive everything.’
Yet there are amoral men
whose heinous crimes
surpass comprehension.
Therefore forgiveness.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written 1985? 1987? See also The Holocaust Files!
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What Price Creativity?
My heart beats passionately.
My mind thinks creatively.
My soul cries desperately.
I am an individual undreamed of.
I will not comprise.
I will not bleat with herded sheep.
Truth Honour Justice Disguised?
For these three I stand alone.
For these three I walk alone.
These three I aspire to distinctly own.
Wisdom Knowledge Worked Of Past Ages.
As I merge ancient celestial wisdom.
As I sweep across unknown ages.
As I walk worlds apart from material wealth.
In a capitalistic world I moan.
What Price Creativity?
What market value?
Which market?
For what reason?
For what profit?
Why bother?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Fallen Nation Transformation
Populations. Are not evil
in conscience themselves.
Though individual evil.
Can overcome a people.
Transform a sane nation.
With propaganda blinded.
Mind putty clay controlled
is shaped at dictator’s will.
Goose-steps into oblivion.
Siddharta Gautama states.
‘To understand everything
is to forgive everything.’
Yet there are amoral men
whose heinous crimes
surpass comprehension.
Therefore forgiveness.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dark Ages
I am coming out of dark ages
And I lived half way through my life
Also I got my hand dirty in the mud a long time ago
I did it and got my tshirt and that job is over
I am coming out of dark ages
Because I spent most of my life in dark ages
And I saw so many dark skies while I went through my life in dark ages
I am coming ou of the dark ages
To help the children in their daily life
By teaching what is right and wrong
Because the children needs to learn what is right and wrong
So they don't became a criminal when they grew up
Because here on earrth are full of criminals already and we have more than What we can handle
I am coming out of the dark ages
To show my love to the children that lives here on the earth with us
I am coming out of the dark ages
Because I want to play with the children everyday here on the earth Because I know that I can make the children happy for once
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Image building.
I’m known for different reasons
In different circles I lived in.
I’m known for different things
In different ages I went through.
The image built in a circle
Is unknown to other circles.
The image built in one age
Is unheard of in other ages.
Each image is left to die
When I shifted circles and ages.
Image building is a futile
Exercise we’re happy to do.
13.10.2009
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Why Do We Despise Another
Hate is evil
Hate tries to consume you, wait, stop! Fight back
Don't let it take over your mind
Evil spreads itself all over the world grabbing weak souls
Yeah, sometimes I get angry, but I must remember
I can't let it get me
I must be strong
I fight evil with the merciless God giving me the strength
Not to fall in the fate of evil
When you’re angry, you're not yourself, but something else
Evil causes you to do the unthinkable, but
The ones that are still holy must stay holy until the end
Hold on, don't let go!
We will soon have revenge
Just hold on a little more
Yeah, of course I hate when people talk about me
I hate when people bully others for being different
I hate when people steal from me
I hate when people pretend to be my friend, but use me
I hate when people take the lives of others
I hate to be around people because they have betray me
But in the end
Anger is my worst enemy
So I hum to God in my mind to enter my heart and save my soul
I don't want to let evil fill my heart to where I no longer care
I want to be saved
Thank you God, you have saved me
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Hated and Loved
Hated are the cruel of the ages,
Their emotions are stronger than stone and pages.
Hated are the young of the ages,
Where are endeavours, the support and fences?
Hated are the sportsmen of the ages
Who cancel their dreams and farmhouses.
Hated are the professions of the ages
That send messages.
Hated are men and women of the ages
Who work with people in the madhouses.
Hatred is a disease we conquered when love sustained us,
When love was cherished in absoluteness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sacrilegious Fury Rising
Blasphemy has failed for religious
fervour which empowered blasphemy
has faded rendering all shockingly
provocative words mere caricatures
of past offense damning exclamations
furious curse is feared now only when
curser is strong rabidly dangerous in
derangement vile awesome obscenities
hold rage power threatened promise of
painfully impending flesh punishment.
Ever the real power behind blasphemy
evil still blasphemes against true holy
powers with all impassioned vehemency
cursed dispossessed angel venom imbues
evil more cunning less obviously evident
unbelievable in age of excused scientific
ignorance yet Satan ranges howls banished
cast from heaven for evil words are like
hideous snakes slithering into corrupted
orifices of souls bound in personalized hell.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Mister Rock Of Ages
Mister rock of ages you got time on your hands
Got no worries, got no plans
Bless my soul now youre doin fine
You aint got no axe to grind
Rock of ages tell me where does it stand
Are we bound for the promised land
Bless my soul, I aint ready to die
And my future is in your hands
Mister rock of ages youve been goin on strong
Since time began, til time is done
And so the tide shall run
Mister rock of ages tell me what do you see
Are we bound for eternity
Bless my soul, baby youre doin fine
You aint got no axe to grind
Rock of ages youve got nothing to hide
Got no ego, got no pride
Bless my soul, let me do what I can
For my future is in your hands
Mister rock of ages, the lord of my lease
In times of toil and times of peace
Until my song shall cease
Mister rock of ages, Im a part of you now
I am yours, you belong to be
Bless my soul, let me do what I can
For my future is in your hands
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Matrix of Illusory
We are living in the, in the dark ages
Haven't seen some daylight in what seems ages
All the information is locked far beyond
Locked in circuits and bathed in silicon
And we're fast asleep with our dreams seething in
And though all is still we are still breathing
But it's him in the dark, he makes me null and void
But it's him in the dark
I think I’m paranoid
A world of half-truths, what goes
Locked in my mental prison I never chose
And the dark is cold with hands freezing
This inner keep seems strangely pleasing
While the masters receive facelifts
We button-pushers work decades-long shifts
And free men are free to subjugate under nine to five
Must be self-extinction that keeps us alive
We are living in the, in the dark ages
Haven't seen some daylight in what seems ages
All the information is locked far beyond
Locked in circuits and bathed in season
The Age of Enlightenment, the Age of Reason
It’s some big brother in the dark, he makes me sense it all
Big brother in the dark
I think it’s only a cell wall
In a matrix of illusory, where to flee
Imprisoned in mind until we find the key
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For To Celebrate War
For to celebrate war there's always one more parade
And out of war warriors heroes are made
Only the good die young some are known to say
But I know good people who are old and gray.
The praises of war leaders many may sing
But those who declare war on others do it as a power thing
Though many with my thinking may not agree
Those who declare war on terror are major terrorists to me.
Millions of human beings through the centuries in wars have suffered and died
And wars through the ages have been fought Worldwide
And still we have wars and talks of more wars today
Of our human capacity to learn from past mistakes of us what does this say?
It can lead to acts of aggression patriotic pride
And religion, nationalism, patriotism and racism are the things that divide
People of all Nations who live everywhere
And over them more wars are fought in the big World out there.
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The Agony of Chains
Chains!
Holds my days,
Even Lucifer feel my pains.
Christianity,
Not way to eternity,
Alchemists of middle ages
Tried but failed.
They have heard before
Ablutions,
Not way to salvation
You can have a census.
Africa has a nation
Where hell is nature.
Looters as leaders,
Kleptomaniacs as politicians.
They all kill their brothers
To climb the ladders.
Nigeria can't be left out
A great nation in Africa
A giant for that matter
The leaders,
They all go to sleep
While their subjects die in penury
That makes them
Giants without conscience
But the masses are patient
They are all in waiting
There will be salvation in making
But that might last for ages
Perhaps when they meet Hades.
But I am not calling for a revolution
Ours is still a young nation
That needs to be nurtured
Only we need men for that job
Not boys in the shop
For theirs only is for profit
Even if it takes them down six feet
They won't accept defeat.
But we need people who
Will do the nurturing
That is what I am talking
Servants as leaders
To break these chains
Which causes us these pains
These pains that holds our days.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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The wisdom of the wise and the experience of the ages is preserved into perpetuity by a nation's proverbs, fables, folk sayings and quotations.
quote by William Feather
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New Direction
Are we inviting God’s Righteous Wrath, on this present elected path?
Concerned not, of what we should be, but what’s in it for you and me.
Sold on prosperity we should have, which is simply a temporal salve,
Ignoring the Laws God decreed, His views and ways, we do not heed.
God’s people were, too destroyed, when in ignorance they employed,
A king to reign over them as a land, forsaking God’s Protective Hand,
Desiring a king, like other nations, they saw no spiritual complications.
Not seeing that their new direction, towards God, was a total rejection.
God’s Holy people had lost connection, with The God of their election,
One nation selected from the earth, to be for the Lord of special worth,
As He wanted to bless the other lands, through this work of His hands,
By God using but one tiny nation, to reach all others with His Salvation.
Not mentioned in God’s Revelation, is our richly blessed Gentile nation,
One nation from among the rest, which by God, has been truly blessed.
We once too sought God’s direction, within every choice and selection,
Back when as one nation under God, we truly sought His staff and rod.
Does our nation still in God abide, or have we pushed His Word aside?
As the world’s greatest Gentile power, are we moving to our final hour?
My friend, if this be true, let us learn, and back to God, we must return,
To be for God a much needed light, while we are in this darkened night.
(Copyright ©11/2008)
Confused To The End
The more confusion seen down here, the more it is abundantly clear,
That Truth revealed for us to heed, is the truth men everywhere need,
All God’s Truth written in Ages past, are Truths that will eternally last,
The Truths that many have refused, is that solution for the confused.
Many are confused in many ways, as we slip into much darker days,
And the very Truth that men despise, is what makes any leader wise,
Yet eternal decrees from the Lord, by the nation’s leader go ignored,
And since this Truth, many hate, they are sealing a much darker fate.
Confusion shall continue to rule, as all who ignore God play the fool,
But fools, who say there’s no God, will soon see His Righteous Rod,
As they’ve no excuse to speak of, regarding God, who reigns above,
For denying God and Eternal Truth, will only bring on God’s Reproof.
Some confusion is simply pride, for Godly Wisdom won’t be denied,
If one humbly seeks God’s face, God supplies wisdom in His Grace.
But, many pursue their own plan, an agenda without The Son of Man,
And the end of the man’s confusion, will be met with strong delusion.
Their confusion, lacking so much control, will affect every living soul,
And persuade many leaders to a need, to follow an even darker lead,
A man indwelt with Satan’s power, taking men into their darkest hour,
As confusion would be welcomed friend, as they see their world end.
(Copyright ©01/2009)
We can't allow the world's worst leaders to blackmail, threaten, hold freedom-loving nations hostage with the world's worst weapons.
quote by George W. Bush
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Sold My Soul
I prayed to God and jesus
But I guess they didnt hear
My sacrfice was useless
My pleas fell on deaf ears
So I cried in desperation
Bowed to evil sorcery
I looked to the lord in heaven
But he must have looked away
My crying eyes repentant
Please send her love to light my day
So I cried in desperation
Bowed to evil sorcery
I sold my soul
Sold my soul
I sold my soul to the devil
So I cried in desperation
Bowed to evil sorcery
I sold my soul
Sold my soul
I sold my soul to the devil
Sold my soul
Sold my soul
I sold my soul
Sold my soul
Sold my soul to the devil
To the devil
Sold my soul
Sold my soul
I sold my soul
I sold my soul
I sold my soul to the devil
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Robert Davidson
I grew spiritually fat living off the souls of men.
If I saw a soul that was strong
I wounded its pride and devoured its strength.
The shelters of friendship knew my cunning,
For where I could steal a friend I did so.
And wherever I could enlarge my power
By undermining ambition, I did so,
Thus to make smooth my own.
And to triumph over other souls,
Just to assert and prove my superior strength,
Was with me a delight,
The keen exhilaration of soul gymnastics.
Devouring souls, I should have lived forever.
But their undigested remains bred in me a deadly nephritis,
With fear, restlessness, sinking spirits,
Hatred, suspicion, vision disturbed.
I collapsed at last with a shriek.
Remember the acorn;
It does not devour other acorns.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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How much money do you need to be happy?
How much money do you need to be happy?
Poor man
How much money should you have to be happy?
Greedy man
How much money do you want to be happy?
Thrifty man
How many men would you corrupt to have money?
Gentleman
How many people would you kill to get money?
Coward man
How many children would you exploit to make money?
Hungry man
How many laws would you break to be rich?
Dishonest man
How many illegal ways would you use to be wealthy?
Weak man
How many lies would you tell to gather money?
Sick man
How many friends would you betray to get money?
Thirsty man
How much damage would you cause to make money?
Blind man
How much power do you need to be proud?
Mad man
How much power do you need to lead the crowd?
Bad man
How much power do you require to kick the world?
Ugly man
How much power do you need to be satisfied?
Selfish man
How much power do you need to be happy?
Sad man
How much hate do you want to be famous?
Wrong man
How much hate do you need to stop massacres?
Dwarf man
How much sorrow do you want to love the other?
Fool man
How much misery do-you want to be happy?
Crazy man
poem by Bouche Cousue
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Do You Have A Voice?
A light flashes through the dark night sky
The following sound seems to shake your world
The event and the following moment
Fills you with awe
And you still think you have a voice?
The sun
Never failing to rise and set
The sea
Continuously tumbling in its rage
The earth
Human habitat through the ages
And you still think you have a voice?
We pamper the vehicle of living
Feeding yearnings that should be starved
We forget of a certainty
The vehicle of living
Will soon nourish the soil
And nourish maggots and worms
The Power of Love
Greater than the forces of nature
it orders the steps of nature
A million human-made lights
Would never change the day to night
A million human-made heaters
Would never change winter to summer
Do you still think you have a voice?
Humans have one certain end
We strengthen our arms against inconvenience
We gain wealth
We seize wealth
We gain power, love, and admiration
We seize power
We seem immortal
It's the same end
The truth takes the day
God is love
Love is of God
It's a power that weakens our strength
Ever wonders what it does to our weakness?
Why do you think you have a voice?
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