Unforeseen circumstances;arrogances of thought; or
Whatever you want?
Or so it seems, not really.
Realities unforgiveable.Oh, it is biblical. Unknowing
muses we are. Them cannot be,
there are too many of them.
Who are them? They are believers,non-believers, they are wrong.
No one can fit into the box.
No two people are the same.
At this point I see no difference.Because there is none. All are sicker
than you. Sick with control and
cruelty. Your best happiness not
a concern. Moving you back intoan underlying current of sadness.
Moving away from people, even
certain family members are them.
Your legs will go first, alas overTime bionics will be your choice.
Freedom and independence will
depart. Oh, it is good for your heart.
Preserve your brain them say.So lets’ exaggerate, run, and so
be gone. Next please, exsanguinating
emotionally; life not worth the crimson.
Coursing, entering innocently one way.Planning courses, blaspheming promises
of better lives. Ogre’s and them
overseers of the flocks. Them a well
hated ‘Word’. Just like in Joshuaarise now by a billion to
restrain birth, as a plague of
eunuchs now rise. Thirty percent
being the largest research andmass ‘statin’ scripting
since its deceptions, only
crippling them vulnerable in
mass. Sanguinating the hydrationof life from the body of the
masses with panic and now;
‘prevention’ as the mantra!
Programmed assumptionsas sway them works for
them in position to literally
become ‘trillion-aires’ and
more; they are overcomewith the curse of Achan,
(like in Joshua), the select will be
Stricken’. Hegemony ensues as
them are in rolling chariots,bending divans are left
unescorted in them ‘skilled
places’. Alas, it is best
for them. Menaces are worththe stakes; a big lie taught
them in the very first year.
Arrogantly taught; them knows
best? No offers of new andimproved; from them. Them
are distracted by a new green
world. Them Jetsons truly a myth.
Splitting atoms? Really? Themtimes are for fools, seekers
must ignore them as go forth!
Cure the ‘statin’ myths, quench
An underlying torture of themelders, cease wisdom, for a
green world. Them sacrifices
are only collateral harm.
Not a bad drug, them pillsOf course not, them can script
For the heart reparations, a
New and improved knee,
bionic even. Oh, do not worrythem are all well over forty,
them have lived a good life. Too
old to worry them; them a eunuch.
Them have a pill for that too. WhenCrimson courses too quickly, from
that little blue pill, them got
pills for that too. Just travel, have
fun? Them will work for them too.Carry them shoeboxes full of travel
size bottles. Them know what is best
for the them all. Don’t worry. Be happy!
Just pop another pill. Them ones willMake them smile. Them are fine, seer?