posted on Aug, 6 2011 @ 09:27 PM
this is what a friend of mine wrote to me in a letter about 6 years back. it is written in a kind of shakespearian way but if you read it several
times you can start to understand it....some of you will understand it right off.. tell me what you think....i call it the machine....
And as each monster bank that agrees to turn a blind eye to the corruption, more souls are
bought off, and another small mom and pop bank is boarded up each day......
and as each government division is doled out millions to create new "government jobs for
the needy", the devouring machine convinces the peoples that the "self perpetuating
machine" is the only salvation from starvation and loss......
and as the lotto creates trillions and trillions in tax revenues, that line the coffers of
the machine heads, what was once called the "servant of the people", each day convinces
another school teacher with a family that to work around the clock to survive is just and
good and noble......
and as the machine spews forth the entitlements wished and craved and begged for by the
people, disillusioned souls are fed the food of tyranny that enslaves even the children in
cradles, offered up to the god's of money and power......
and the glamour and wealth disguised brings a once sovereign peoples to it's knees' in
tears, as the machine rumble's forth spewing the blood of the innocent and ignorant.......
and each day the great hollow void grows larger, and the earth swells with the atrocities
thought buried forever within it's belly.......
and the forever tellings broadcast forth of the bad and terror that roamed the streets,
wishing and wanting to harm the good and faithful, causes the giant fist to open it's
greedy sweaty hands, to accept into it's palms the slaves, as they run into it seeking
shelter and safety......
and as the airwaves pumped out the illusions as dreams of happiness, the clamber of running
feet was deafening, and drowned out the cry's of the children and dying and poor, as the
great giant fist patted and rubbed the heads that love to be praised, and stroked the minds
of those that long to be called as good and faithful citizens......
and as the unwitting souls tried to make the leap to join the elite ranks of the
"successful", they were fed notions of unsanity pumped out each day, the inconsistencies of
the words and directive's as tall towers unto the skies, and true reality was hidden from
sight, from anything that wished most for itself, and from all that wished to be validated
from the outside frequencies......
and at the top of the tiers and tower's, where the walking dead roamed to and fro, the
stench of self worship and corrupted power filled the skies with black smoke, and as each
poor beggar soul that stepped close to the room of power was engulfed in flames, and the
fires of injustice burned hot, and the souls that sought to find gain for self fell into
the ashes, as each one learned there is no turning back, and no exit from within the inner
circle, that was longed for day and night by the ruthless minds......
and as the consequence and risk of exposure of the truth grew larger each day, the mountain
became high to the skies, and far too great to ever be told except for the sake of blood,
for the atrocities perpetuated in the name of right and good and god, stained the very soil
of the feet the brave and real once walked upon, that fought for valor and love of other's
and the voice of the heart that beckoned to those who left it behind, to awaken to courage
and passion, was quelled and quieted with the realization's of reality, that the cost be
not only self, but one's own family and children......
and the silence and obedience was bought with new offering's of a show, and as promotion's
unto power, or the voice's faded away into the bowels of the unsane rhetoric, and
disappeared from sight into the abyss of the lost, into the sea of the dead prophet's of
truth, that died not for only a few, but for all and many and many, seeing with sight ahead
how all would die as slaves, even while praising it's slave master's promising words of
safety and passage......
and even as the curses of the followers and faithful ring in the ears of the dying, another
honest heart is dissolved with the acids of greed that eat away at the truth......
and the souls that lament in silence cry forth in the quiet places, with the seeing it's
own shall come to destruction if the tale be told, as who and what voice can stand and say
take my loved one's and imprison them, seeing it was but self's own greed that caused the
blindness, and caused the pitiful demise of it's own, or the demise of many and many more,
and even so, as a thief in the night the great dragon came to steal helpless crying babies
with no knowings from the cradle's of comfort.......
and the trail of destruction of the machine was covered with blood, and the cost of
salvation and redemption came to be mortal life, and the ranks of the neutered were added
to each day, and marched on as drones to the beat of the manipulated and contorted
and as the big iron fist reached out it's hand, to acquire it's ownership of the hearts and
souls of human beings, the insatiable thirst for money and power grew exponentially, and
the level of respect and servitude demanded from the lessor's as common peoples grew with
each passing day, and the death grip that clutched anything that dare dissent, caused the
roar of the same machines that rumbled in the ears of past Faithfull's to grow louder each
second, and as the meek followers convinced of self guilt before god, stood silent in
fear, the silence for the sake of self that in day's past perpetuated unquestionable power
gave rise to the destructions of many, powered with the fuel of self preservation, and the
despise of proof and scrutiny was alive, and millions of insubordinates were churned forth
thru the grist mill, spewing bone and blood and hearts into the soils of the earth......
and the peoples that ate of the expert definitions of evil put forth by the dragon, stood
by while it's neighbor's were fed into machines of torture and violence, and hate fed the
flames of passion of killings, while the people's despised by the machine sang praises to
and the cowards that thirsted for safety were engulfed in a tight fist, even suppressed
unto the thoughts and speech of the mouths, and as the king of false promises defined
morals and normal code's even unto death, the lion roared forth, to lap up the brains of
the oppressor's, even being cursed by the gullible and convinced subjects that hollered for
their inferior brother's and sister's to be put to death, and the species that once bought
vanity and flattery was enlightened, and the inner chambers that has devised devices of
control and control were overcome, and the exterminations of the less or's, purported as
the filth that inhabited the planet, came and lifted up the once self professed holy
diver's, that had given up their loved ones for self merit and safety, and the machine
ground to a halt as the earth come to a stop, and as the skies reigned in new days of peace
and love, the prize and glory of the bold and courageous that served the people's was
fulfilled, and handed back in recompense.