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Whats Coming

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posted on Mar, 5 2009 @ 06:56 PM
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Leaving the garden was the worst thing that happened to my life. When I left that is when I felt the pangs of hunger and the feeling of wanting. The time has come for the war on the plains of men to end and the war to begin for the control of the perfect garden. The plains of men will be raped and it will take many eons to become hospitable again. For when the battle for the perfect garden takes place there will be nowhere to hide there will be nowhere to find shelter from the wrath's of the saved and the fallens.




posted on Mar, 6 2009 @ 01:09 AM
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The succulent fruits were more than the juicy morcels of our labour--they nurtured and fed our cells, the cells which caused growth and enabled us to achieve our goals. Without sustenance, our strength would have been inadequate. If our strength was insufficient, we never would have been able to toil enough to push or pull the plow, the plow that provided the garden with fresh soil.

But now the soil will be watered with the juices and fluids of men of warring tribes as they shed their lifeblood into the earth...the very earth that once spawned the succulent fruits that we filled our panging bellies with.



posted on Mar, 6 2009 @ 01:25 AM
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Welcome to ATS psiawakened.

Your quote: "For when the battle for the perfect garden takes place there will be nowhere to hide there will be nowhere to find shelter from the wrath's of the saved and the fallens."

If the battle for the perfect garden takes place there will be DUMBs Deep Underground Military Bases or ARKs (Military Style) to find shelter from the wrath of the others.



posted on Mar, 6 2009 @ 03:29 AM
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to the ends of the worlds our earth has searched and it was never found. Such a beautiful place the perfect garden a place were the greed of men can never touch and the sins of eternity will never taint. My eyes will never lay eyes on my perfect body for now i am trapped in the shell of what my existence was. For i was perfect because i was chosen to be made in the likeness of the one, the one true and only constant, the loving and all knowing one. but do not fear for with each passing life the thickness of our cells gets thinner for the one is also forgiving

[edit on 6-3-2009 by psiawakened]



posted on Mar, 6 2009 @ 04:33 PM
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And while the hurtling ball of blue thundered through space toward a destination of wonderment, the beast conquered and divided, swelling its tribesmen to clutter and crunch the quarters of the one's devotees. Divided and besieged, the planet rattled on, sickly out of balance. Fowl cried, mammals wept. Fishes swam. But those who knew, knew that they could continue to know, and what they know was what the one wanted them to know: keep your gardens, grow your gardens, for it is the gardens that grow what you know you need for your cells.



posted on Mar, 7 2009 @ 09:00 PM
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Truth one mans wrath, another mans wine..
Whom are bound in reason and understanding are known to themselves and the garden to be worthy even in there moment of self doubt and weariness.
The ball shall strike humanity from behined..




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