There they all did align a top the mountain in the shadow of the crescent moon.
the air is wet
the wind blew and the hallow horn sounded
boghoooogh
boghoooogh
two times were called
There they were all the birds watching down
as the evil of Goliath had his wings cut out
long sleeve
short sleeve
boghoooogh
boghoooogh
two times called
here we be in boogaloo land
where no sense be made
and a small small in the hand can make an animal behave
She looked up in the heavens and there they were, Orion and the Bull, was there a bright light too?
It's only trillions of stars in this vision so bright, so many so you can't count an eternity in true.
The smell in the air was old dirt and dust that had captured the space, rabbits gathered varied histories in wicked corners, bits of hairs and dander twisted in a story. She stood on a beam so tiny as to be seen, her black and white oxfords tied tightly to her feet, grounding her mission, green cardigan on and her pants fitted, three inches above her ankle. Death looked around and down, up, and as through as through could go, through matter and sound, seeing the lines here and there, some show despair and others delight in the horror of others, cruel and toothless, bald and bankrupt here, there, everywhere, you wonder why, why it's all you, you gross miscasting human, Death here, more pills not matter when you lie with lust. Death then did dismantle a lie in a lie, this church I can not wait till ye are all dead to tell the story before it ends.
Spin fast faster till you see the blue then it's history from here on out.
Be still and listen the leaves do rustle in the north wind
One day I will tell you a story how matter became the jinn
The tired boring question or statement of man stuck in an all knowing modernity...
Where does evil come from? You and your choices dim wit. A rock slide isn't evil, a tornado isn't evil, a tsunami isn't evil. Torturing people or animals is evil, people lying is evil, is murder evil the crow balks?
and now you see when they tell you who they really are stick around and hear the sound of trumpets bray with glee
Evil is what people are.
blue shift
This is the strangest moment in time that I think we could have ever come up with...There are hundreds of true stories all around me that would horrify and make you wonder, 'what happened here, that people became this way, the violence, hatred and envy, the always in the now and blaming everything on someone else.
And now on to completely unrelated yet related items.
Once in three times I wanna see what it really is I get 100/17 and pia go f yourself on true. Where does this come from? I ask do you know?
A sneeze through time I can hear it in my mind as the ground shook
it was 12:47 and I heard a muffled pbhaaaang behind me and somewhere under earth. 12:49, a motorcycle goes by loudly after I hear a few birds, a chicken and then a gate screech open.
The green dragon at that window
It sways and ponders patiently
Through the smoke it's where we find the fire
A friend of mine that I went to High School with killed himself a couple weeks ago.
There was nothing anyone could have done to help him; I say that in truth.
He was 53.
He was an apartment dweller that had a fondness for cats and thought Winnie the Pooh was great.
He taught people how to speak English; until he lost his job...
He had no children. He had no life. He had no future.
He died for nothing
no cause
he has my prayer
but no pity
he chose
wrong
Let me teach you how to move matter through the ether
Think
There are no corners only rounds
How we move through the sound
Something wicked this way is
Somethings coming I can feel the air
Clean the oven there's more to come
Holy nos
It can't be undone
Forgive my trespass upon you
The river Styx flows with me or no
This place we live on this Earth
Only terra is it's name
You think you are so much better
Than those of the past
A tattoo of you
They decided not to gas
Cheapest way done
You pay
The woman at costco with the beard and the man that paid to grow tits. They are sexual predators and if you say it out loud that those that carry their identity on a sleeve are not what they say than prey tel what are they...tell someone fake that they aren't real See what happens with words and spells.
Spinning though the ether she flew, Deaths daughter, the old crow, placed herself at the doorway entrance of a marble floored room, heat weighted the ground. The others could not see her as she scanned and streamed herself across and left to the corner. In this room under layers of powders and perfume that couldn't hide the putrid stench of rot, braids piled on braids once made from horse hay now from the young children they keep in the cages. These wolves sometimes shaved sometimes not, had convinced whole people to sew things on children so they could play with them. Their mouths dotted with red, the taste of their prey, they didn't even have to pretend in a world of filtered screens.
Then she whistled and hummed at the same time a tune they all knew
Ave Maria
Shalom Aleichem
Auf wederseh'n, goodnight
They didn't hear a sound until the time would be just right
it sat in their deep and at night in air filled with horror for others and the demons delight, nor scared they were or afraid of thee might not even the hand of your true God that they smite.
"What kind of war is this...?!" Said the one that just woke up.
First We begin here, they tell people God is not to fear as they make excuses that maim and mutate, some strange guise of forgiveness they give to one another. Those that are horrified at what Josef Mengele did are having an absolute inability to gather into their minds that sewing phallus' onto girls is hell. Just pray for their souls. You can not make an excuse for this, for any of what they have done. Those that allowed it...What happens to all the psychologists that pushed poison into peoples minds, teachers, mental mothers, the federal government, the state that insists or they will take your child. Where if you don't coincide you are not in the community.
Where the murder of babies is glorified
now do you See
the dilemma you have
as We bury you in sands of time
"It's good against evil."
Have you asked what is being cleansed yet? As you look around and See who hates ye, thee, and shall we travel to Pherae?
...
From one mount to others from under ground rivers she whispered on bones of the dead, she called all her friends the time had begun for the beginning of the end.
Silver wraiths and golden winged Hercules, Utte and all of ye Vulcan minds connected at One, the pinions spin on the top of deaths mount where they gather. Please of quickness were sounded by some, a separation of mass was just ahead. The Cardinal had called the Mother of all was coming in for a landing.
...
She landed with a bump, black and white oxfords tied tightly around her feet, grounding her to terra even while in flight. The time had come for the welsh cardigan show, the colour green of a small oak hidden in the shade, draped across her stern back, head held high, she moved the ground from under her feet, pushing time where it needed to be. The quicker she moved the more she could do, leaving waves and wakes others could not defend.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
