worn heart
today i fainted,
inside my
worn torn heart,
overwhelmed,
i was,
with the effects,
of the unseen,
so,
so, so hidden,
by the wickedness
that hides,
done,
by them,
the children
of the bad
what things?
why, . . .
don't
you see?
. . . of course you don't
and i do not fault you
the great majority
sleep
myriad roads,
lead,
to many deceptions,
like,
good is bad
and evil good
the line of goodness,
it is drawn,
see it,
across the sand of
what is written
in all hearts,
choose it
the crooked course
is torched by lies,
flaming misdeeds,
thefts,
deaths,
things unjust,
that pain,
induced by,
the walking dead,
is the bad
today i fainted,
inside my worn,
torn heart,
i crawled inside myself,
my hidden,
my spirit,
my defenseless
heart,
i called out,
i cried to him,
the Lord
of Lords,
. . . he hears everything
i heard him,
he answered,
no audibleness,
but yes,
. . . impressions,
of his words,
yet sweet,
kind and strong,
given inside my bleeding,
worn,
war torn heart,
to,
"stay the course,
wait, . . .
not long now,
and see,
what good
things I do"
vain
jagged sky
meets,
cringes at its line,
with jagged
ragged tree tops
in the black green
distance,
topping myriad
lines
of oncoming,
outgoing lines
of chrome
its dirty
light reflecting
cars of steel and glass
all going where
nowhere?
busy busy
busy,
all busy
nowhere
where?
today
yesterday
over and over
again
jagged lines
burning time
repeat
repeat
the repetition
dust
arrogant fools
hidden in enclaves
some above
some below ground
getting ready
for their next plandemic
their next false flag
next invasion
like the southern border
led by the pied piper
//. . .pleased to meet you
hope you know my name . . .//
who can wake them up,
they're arrogant
ad nauseum to my spiritual senses
for in their wickedness
they plot
and plan
in hidden chambers
they laugh
in their pride
deluded
by dark forces
rather than
open ears
to The LORD
God almighty
yes,
we are dust
dust mixed with fabulous ingredients,
chemicals
elements
minerals
human life
God breathed
No,
Not risen from some
lame mindless theory
primordial soup
struck by lightening
like the moon is made of cheese
pseudo
master of deception
demonic
inspired
big Lie,
like as in the theory
of evolution
i laugh with distain
mixed with
emulsified with the ideas
borne of satan's philosophy
swallowed by masses
we are dust
endowed with God breathed
Life,
But,
these in power
who cheapen our lives
with their train derailments,
cargo ships stuck at sea
colliding with bridges,
with their plandemics
upcoming,
tainted food
water,
cloud seeding chemtrails
upcoming more
lasers,
the likes of maui
infesting politics
pretending american principles
their fruits speak
for themselves
they'll use emps
now
or try even deadlier means
so wicked, . . .
in tandem
with rouge nations
stealing our taxes
to destroy our livelihoods
in our so called white house,
working for . .
the enemy is within
. . . wake up woke, . .
no care for their fellow
man,
for children . . . innocent,
spirits inhabit
cohabit the sold souls
of the enemy
is within
wake up woke,
forget elections
stolen,
don't trust in elections
to save us
in God we Trust
wake up to The LORD
who breathed Life into dust
and ask the Lion
of Judah's Tribe
to arise
to inhabit earth
vanquish the foe
sanctify America
bring Justice
and Vengeance
lay down
lay back
lay back and love
let the wind blow
coupled with its breeze
set your mind at ease
though it turn
to hurricane
though the earth shake,
and bad boogies,
so called men,
steal real men's
hearts
and dead men's bones,
and children too,
though they cause,
their own
quaking,
to rattle those,
who just want
to lay down, . . .
. . . in the end,
they will
go down,
way,
way, . . .
all the way down.
. . . stay in the pocket,
pray away,
death by tornado,
hailstone and fire, . . .
for the innocent,
the child,
the elderly,
the foolish,
and naïve,
lay back
lay back and love
lay back,
'cause the Lord,
the master of
all,
of nature's forces,
who obey him
will shelter you, . . .
peace be still,
lay back
lay back and love,
'cause those,
that cause,
havoc
in the streets
and yell,
demanding
what is not theirs,
twisting the arm
of what is law
what is right,
throwing tantrums
defiant, . . .
spreading violence,
. . .lay back
lay back and love
'cause the Lord,
the master of all things,
king of creation,
will lay us down
when it all goes down
reset
18th century wallpaper,
musty scent
emanating from
a standup wardrobe
a brass bed
a creaky wooden floor
soaked by linseed oil,
countless times,
like the countless davits
and creases on the ceiling
and on her face,
. . . she thinks,
as she looks into the mirror
etched by micro scratches
and blackened
non reflective edges,
devoid of silver backing,
like the void
of streets below,
where she looks out the window,
sees streets in mayhem,
full of violence,
paid for by enemies,
of what is good,
those devoid of reason
devoid of love
and she clings to the sill,
its cracked caked paint,
though smooth inside,
for sake of her hands,
. . . its ancient exterior
eroded by weather,
rain, sleet, snow,
wind,
for sake of the window's
brick outside
she wonders if she'll see
the same as those,
whose eyes
witnessed the pogroms
in germany
and many other places
like in new york today,
france
europe
all over the world
she thinks,
"in the blink of an eye
all could be swept away
below
like the floods
tornadoes
earthquakes
snow and ice
hail
hurricanes,
happening
increasing
all over the world now,
that the so called
mainstream news
fails miserably,
intentionally
to broadcast,"
she speaks to the air
surrounding the mayhem
below,
here and there,
she sees shape shifters
with her spirit eyes,
devils in human form
fomenting
the crowd to madness
"their foolish
propaganda,"
she shouts
above the din
of the fray below . . .
of global warming,
to tax our asses to the bone
with devilishly named
mind bending
faux carbon tax
so called,
that stinks
of reptilian
fallen angels'
scent, . . .
worshipped
and obeyed
by those
of the globalists'
agenda . . .
"i will not comply
to their lie,"
she prays,
"let the earth quake
and the sky fall,
i will not live in bondage,
give me liberty
or give me death,
like patrick henry
cried,"
she remembers
the great patriots
of many . . .
for many
have still not,
bowed the knee
to baal, . . .
from within
the crowd
a black eyed entity
stares a venomous
glare
up at her
spitting forth a long
flickering
forked tongue
as he sends
a fiery dart
of death via
an invisible flame
straight to her
she deflects it
with her shield
of faith
which is the word
of God, . . .
he mocks down below
up at her
pure hate . . .
"to hell with baal,
for that is where
he is headed,"
she shouts out,
"along with his
followers,
to be thrown headlong
there,"
as she thinks this,
suddenly the clouds above
part,
like the waves of the red sea,
thunder rolls,
trumpets blast
the air fills with strange,
frightening sounds,
sounds,
not instilling ordinary fear,
but fear of accountability,
as in dread
of approaching judgement,
because way above,
is a light,
not of photons,
but of a sentient brightness
"it's glorious,"
she shouts,
"i mean what
glory,
i think actually is,
as it must be,
like the light
of a gigantic
quasar,
but not physical
is what, . . .
that . . .
which . . .
stirs the genes
moves,
the dna,
like no other thing
can,
like what
must move the chromosomes
to the depth of the soul . . .
. . . what only the creator's
presence can do . . ."
the sky rolls apart,
like a scroll,
torn,
by an invisible wave
. . . there,
above,
surrounded,
by myriad angelic beings,
sits,
a mighty King,
a warrior,
like a lion,
his garments are dipped
in blood
his countenance fierce
lord of lords
she knows
is,
written on his thigh . . .
those below scatter
like roaches
stumbling
running en mass
she shouts in victory
she knows him,
because,
she has
known him . . .
. . . now she sees him
as he descends
to battle
the globalists,
destroyers of earth,
usurpers of freedom
killers . . .
the Lord of Lords
is here
as promised . . .
. . . their puppets
and all their
satan worshipping
followers
are destroyed
in the blink of an eye
smooth tapered
rounded edges
of a pristine
white marbled wall
surrounds her
fragrant scent
emanates from
walk in closet
fully laden wardrobe
soft lights
multi accented
colors
set in splendid beauty
a full bed
clean oaken floor
brightly reflecting
glorious sunlight
emanating from
a clear blue sky
the creases on her face,
she thinks,
are gone,
as she looks into the mirror
yes,
her skin is smooth
youthful
like the mirror
diffusing
a pleasant calmness
of the surrounding air
like
when she was
in her thirties
the streets below
are filled with joy
and celebration
with the fullness
of life
"yes,
a great reset,"
not of the globalists'
wicked plan,
but of God,"
she shouts
wake up, woke
broken wire,
barbed,
but ineffective
they still get through it
or cut it clean
following broken dreams,
turning to nightmares, . . .
. . empty streets
but for the homeless,
mentally weirded out,
people
with no where to go,
followed by rows,
and rows of moving
cars
heading nowheres
cracked asphalt,
crooked poles,
splintered,
no paint,
. . . just raw,
sun bleached,
sun baked,
dried out,
dead,
wood,
bearing sagging,
ragged,
spliced wire,
centuries old,
carrying voltages
at the speed of light,
ready to break,
bound to tear,
at the next
ground shake
beneath them
them,
the rubber soled feet,
the street feet
the bare,
bruised,
soiled,
battered,
abused feet,
of some humans,
with no cars
. . . the sun darkened,
a few days ago
hidden by our moon
made a cross
at a special intersection
across our America,
. . . seems like an ubiquitous
world event,
to the naked eye,
'cause
it seems,
seemingly,
nothing happened
/but it did, . .
. . . the spiritual denizens
of that realm
will tell you
it did,
/if you open your ears
and tune your soul
in with it,
it did,
just wait
for the delayed outcomes/
seems nothing happened
but it did,
in that unseen reality
/more to come in a few days
more rumbling
more shaking
intensifying . . .
people go
to and fro . . .
now,
i look past a clear vision,
now,
of all things,
it comes
out of the blue,
. .'. a hummingbird,
in what seems,
a stationary, oxymoronic flight,
that is,
suspended,
its wings beating
at 600 cycles per second,
at the divine,
flowering head
of its mother plant
the sight,
the phenomenon,
inexplicably,
impossible to define
my eyes,
are subconsciously attuned now,
they dreamily flow to another,
magnificent field,
its close proximity of sight
blurs to the distance
by involuntary muscles
brain and mind,
leading to,
a portal's entrance
unto infinity,
to that of close
proximity's future,
our short lifespan,
though hazy, . . .
it is like looking through
a smoky mirror, . . .
. . i see many teetering
and falling,
some rise
some for to never again
rise,
but fall for eternity,
treachery
their own chosen doom, . . .
/the eclipse,
it's effects
are not over/
i see they followed the wrong roads
that led to destruction,
hurting their,
unawares,
innocent,
fellow humans
y' know, , . .
why of course,
y' know,
since the annals
of recorded
and beginning
unrecorded time, . . .
greed,
lust for,
unearned riches,
thefts,
grafts,
lies,
things that kill the soul,
ever of the possessor,
y' see
with me,
through the mirror
of the now,
see clearly,
feel,
a new dawning
one that culminates
with many red sea
moments
globally,
many cries of pain,
many of joy,
but for those that crossed over
the tide of warnings
and heeded the mighty
biblical word of God,
written for all mankind,
still here,
still available,
so's Jesus
go to him now
he calls you
you shouldn't refuse,
that,
the crooked will be made straight
the portals will open
those of heaven,
not for the the likes
of those of Cern
demonic machine,
looking for God particles
finding instead,
anarchistic
luciferian dimensions,
. . . but of the likes of,
for the likes of,
your Lord,
yes,
your creator,
his love for you,
magnificent,
his kingdom come,
on earth,
as it is
in heaven
yes,
in our lifetime,
we will see,
between now
and november,
earth shaking
supernatural events
that will wake up
the woke
and make satan's kingdom
tremble
Portend
thunder in the distance
dull thuds
no cracks or peels,
yet ominous
comin' closer
and closer,
worldwide
across our empty plains
and cities and towns,
they ride high
above,
while people,
glued to distractions,
blind to what's already
here
and comin'
some know
their lanterns lit
afraid but sober
light will light
in their hearts and homes
wherever they are
safe
in the knowledge of what's coming
they work quietly,
/ / / while some work like dogs
to have half their income
robbed
by government
some love to rely
on corrupt
united states'
so called government
criminal government
stole many elections
over a great span
of time,
yet all things stolen
will be returned 7 fold / / /
. . the thunder cracks,
ever closer,
clouds cluster,
strange shapes . . .
some live off
the work of the good,
some steal,
some commit great
crimes in secret . . .
great crimes,
against even children, . . .
so they think,
'cause it's dark,
but God sees, . . .
God in Omniscient
in darkened skies,
in their wake they come,
the rain clouds . . .
the deluges
of the cold,
hail and snow
mixed with earth quakes,
to shake,
to wake
those sleeping,
wake up you people,
of righteousness
who want the big lie
to die
who yearn for truth
the end of globalist
bondage . . .
/ / / God is walking
upon the earth,
his spirit
is here,
he is come to judge
the quick and the dead
while his people
who are under the globalists'
bondage
and illuminati's
spells
wait to be set free
grey,
black,
dark,
mysterious
like omens
they ride upon clouds
and earth,
tornados
blizzards
heavy snows
cold
cold north wind
blows,
like gale force
here
there
everywhere
then breeze
and wind again
unprecedented,
repetitions of sounds
and pictures
in the atmosphere
the alpha omega
eclipse
over 7 ninevehs
forming crosses
intersections over cities
of states,
over little egypt
in the u s of america, . . .
warning
just like jonah
more than an eclipse,
is days away
more than an astronomical thing
wake up
look up
this one's a God thing
something's coming,
i can feel it in the wind,
/ / / and it's not bad
for the good, / / /
. . .
but for the God mockers
and scoffers
and in particular
for the Blasphemers
like dirty crooked joe
turning a good day
on friday
into abomination,
. . . well,
it's bad,
very bad . . .
the earth quakes
the weather's wild
world wide
hidden news
by the propagandistic
fake news
bought by the wicked rich
paid for by the likes of
schwab and soros
oh yeah,
the omens are real
the alpha and omega
is real
like the eclipse
scheduled over
God's America,
for a warning
and a showdown, . . .
for repentance
or rebellion
the days are marked
time's running out,
for the runners of crime
soon they,
the government mobsters
will meet
their maker, . . .
they've been warned
to repent
they've given their answer
they know God is real,
yet,
they mock and scorn
obeisance
to their master
lucifer
rogue
punk fallen angel
their answer makes
the air is electric,
the animals hide
the earth quakes,
the winds blow,
things are taut,
ready to snap
suddenly . . .
darkness falls
like a woolen cloak
on a lantern,
light's snuffed out
all stumble,
some vomit
soil their undergarment
some fall to their knees
begging forgiveness,
some in rage
they scream
their fallen angel
will save them,
so they think . . .
/ / / even they,
the animals,
even the clouds,
marching in air above,
soldiers of vapor,
meta morphing into shapes,
that tell a sign,
even they,
know . . .
following the commands
of the Lord of Lords,
of the upcoming events
think again, i plead
babies,
they look into the eyes,
of the gentle onlooker,
while cooing, . . .
sweetly,
in praise and trust
of the living God, . . .
Creator
so,
okay . . .
please,
don't tell me,
a baby doesn't know
it's being violated
because,
i have heard of such,
i know of such,
i have pondered,
i have prayed,
i have utilized logic,
experience
and spirit,
i have seen their eyes,
the babies,
you and me,
nancy grace too,
once upon a time
we were they,
have a heart,
have compassion,
with understanding
listen to phil too,
open the Good Book too
. . . . . .
i have seen,
i have heard their
coos,
their speech,
even at 1 year of age
they are divine
like you and me,
yet sweet,
tender still,
helpless,
not aged and corrupted,
. . . . . .
their angels look upon
them,
guarding,
with little interference,
but recording,
marked for eternity
of all deeds,
done
good or evil,
each of us
have been assigned 2 angels
at birth
all our deeds
recorded,
. . . . . .
to those of you registered with red marks,
violation of these little ones,
on a an internet map,
repent,
you have violated life,
you violated with violence,
that which is you, yourself,
meant for good,
that which is goodness,
man was created
in the image of God,
Father,
Son,
and Holy Spirit
you too,
dear reader . . .
there is hope
borne of Love,
you can be forgiven
of all things
even of crimes committed
against children,
those knitted together in the flesh
in their mother's womb
by God,
they are divine,
precious,
you can be divine,
to be defended,
to be kept in safety,
by us who are grown up,
in the light,
and who know what is right
choose what is right,
and you choose,
for your own right to Life,
you too then,
can breathe,
and live,
live Forever,
repent abortionists,
bow to the creator
ask for His forgiveness
'cause He will forgive,
. . . of course,
he will,
because,
He is Love,
. . . seek Life, . . . ,
C'mon,
please,
wake up you,
who are
woke,
seek Life,
Not death
rain, rain don’t go away
woke up to sunny new skies
dark clouds whisked away by the winds
the coming winds of change
good change
holy tides
washing ashore
ebbing away dross
and the scum of tainted
earth
the changing of the guard
by liars who stole power
under the nose of pilgrims
who came to this nation
and founded it
stolen by extortionists
bribers
political thieves
who've raped the constitution
insidious change from Republic
under God
to so called democracy
ruled by so called elitist government
muddied intentionally
and the scum of tainted
by the wicked
hidden amongst the innocent
like those who want to destroy
who work to destroy
New York city
and California
and Arizona
almost every state
they've stolen
wake up with the wind
and the rain that comes and falls
and the floods
the quakes,
tornadoes
hurricanes
volcanoes
the rains
from out of nowhere
drenching coolly
quietly
stealthily,
did you catch that?
the cleansing continues
washing away the sins of the
fake news
lamestream media
revealing the hidden smokescreens
run and directed by enemies of the state
you know
the Jesus haters
the illuminati
yes, devil worshippers
working to overtake America
stay rains
come snow
go and come back
again and again
and stay
until all is washed away
just like in the days of Noah
and the parting of the red sea
wrath of doppelganger
He grabbed a bottle of gin, took a swing then threw it violently against the wall. It slammed as it shattered into hundreds of shards. One flew into his eye. Immediately blood spurted as a laterally thin, pressurized jet; flying twenty feet onto the same wall upon which the gin, dripping from its surface, streamed by the power of gravity, floorward.
The blood created a gestalt like pattern that briefly captivated his drunken mind. Though He felt dull pain; he failed to realize the severity of his injury.
Once his curiosity had been appeased, he realized by remaining logic; the necessity of attending to his now blurry vision.
"Why?" And "What the Fu...!"
"I explicitly ordered him to take charge. I will have your head, if you don't follow my order!''
He tugged at the nape of his latex mask. It itched, just like the way his skin now crawled.
"Fucken, Hollywood, they can create realistic movies, but can't make a fricken mask that breathes air. Damn sweat!"
He felt like ripping it off, but endured the discomfort. He had a meeting with the press and couldn't miss it otherwise he'd have to answer to his own handlers. There was too much on the line. Too much at stake. Too much power, money and sex. Too much to give up. Oh, he yearned for the pleasure of it all. The attention. The thrill of all.
He groped for a cigarette with his blood stained fingers; pulled it out of his formerly pristine, now moist crumpled shirt pocket. He struggled to light it, mangling it to where only an inch of its butt remained.
He lit, sucking deeply to the end point of it's filter. Then he grabbed his cell phone off the floor and punched his lover's speed dial with his thumb.
"Helen! call 911!"
"You okay? Why?"
"Don't ask why, just do it!"
Helen knew better. She instinctively pushed the red icon, fearing wrath from him more than any other danger.
"What is your emergency?"
"It's not mine, it's my friend's, please send help right away. His address is 2134 East Franklin Avenue, New York."
"What is the state of his emergency, Ma'm?"
"I don't know! Do your job and send help, now!"
"Ma'm your call does not correspond to that addres . . . "
Helen hung up, confident that help would be sent. She grabbed her purse and ran out the door of the penthouse.
"How am I gonna get past security now?" She knew Jake's house was swarming with secret service and they had formerly been instructed to keep her off the premises since he had last thrown her out.