government …

governors, pimps for a price, deals for wheels, keep ’em greased… sellers of people’s, lands and all that isn’t yours… criminals, busy in their works… removed rights with their laws… all players, rigging systems and the way in which they’re played… thinking themselves most high, deciding for the mass….

Criminals, busy at crafting your world… never sense the elephants stampeding towards them.. controllers of old, kings of kings… play your fiddles, as cities burn around you.. believing you, the master.. diminished to complete blindness upon their sight, awed in their light.. plan, connive with them, you, the slave now… gnashing of teeth, by former supporters, demigods hand-over the traitors…

Cursing, jailing, little ones.. remain little… thought by now, you’d awaken.. these criminals, you now call, born out of your collective consciousness… keep pointing, blaming others… look deeper, darker yet.. if you dare… ignore the mobs, infiltrated and deceived… breathe in your sovereign, clearing your path.. does truth change, over thousands of years… under new management, sold, bought, paid… the outsiders, coming back again… sons, daughters of archons, claiming god-given royalty.. remain Spark… not of we.. helping the masses, bring back your gardens… edens’ of containment, tended by angels of creations…

get me off this crazy train of thought, feeling emotional rollercoasters, just as designed by the system makers, picking the winners and losers then allowing the casting… any additional energy spent here will be poured in-vain.. another big top performing to the mass, inside big tents and circused to the crowds, cursing or praising different persona’s, presented in different bodies… from political offerings to keep freedom ringing, in the ears and bodies of women and children first, then the infidels… battles, to battle within each denominational political party.. battling, to win to fight another battle on another day… these spiritually immature actors are a funny show, to be sure.. but not worth the prices of admission.. no preconceived notions and laws from them that break them and make them.. all lawyers side-barred from political arenas…

made into laws, political ambitions take away the rights of citizens.. governing bodies have long outlasted their welcome, takers, keep taking and making more.. paying to live and survive, paying them to make your decisions until it’s too late to change course… we always end up in the same place… whored by the system, taken to task, come back, screaming for more.. year after agonizing year, we endure the bs to gain our attention and stay the course.. year in, year out the waste gets thrown downhill, and we keep eating it up, expressing which banned wagon they jumped onto… webs, to keep the opinion makers in business, and everyone on one wagon or another, calming that years’ conglomeration of storms, for the time-being… does the mass not perceive the illogicality of a system, funneling groups through one private force… corporations, all, hanging out separately or together.. we’ll soon find out, the too big are already active in unison…

Darkened souls, darkening eyes and souring stomachs to ache at the ingestion of their projected states of food going in and thoughts going out.. attempting to control all, that consumes the mass, by their consumptions.. by partaking, they agree to what’s being delivered, and seen.. just giving the devouring citizens what they ask for, consumption, and laughing at their eating it up.. voicing concerns, some question the conditioning, getting slaps on the back of conspiracy theory’s.. why, one asks, would a human willingly taint another’s sanity, substenance and harmony.. striking chords, strikes the core of integrity, and lack thereof, bottom-liners, just counting, and not taking in the cost.. to nature, man and beast..

One mans army, loading weather manipulations.. twofold, space militarization and spraying skies.. three, the triangles point to masons with larger visions, of manipulations… men, depends on your view of them.. bringing heaven and hell on earth, justifies their beliefs to bring us to their fruition.. magi’s of befores, atlantean descendants of darker hues.. pretenders, to save the world, as their father before, and bringing floods to encapsulate the following… the boys are back in town, up to tricks and treats of before, believing their owned lies and making more as they go.. progressively stepping up the war games, building their pyramids to the cosmos, at our expense… some things never change.. be weary of the leaches reaching towards the planets, as the shadows are playing in plain sight, for all whom want to realize, not really human, after all… the song remains the same, the broken record keeps making our histories…

little Ones, helping the Others out, getting pats on their heads for going the extra mile.. not knowing our fate is the seal.. promises, in the dark, words to uninitiated workers hoping to change the world.. and doing so, with the unintended fallout.. but dark Ones know, just playing you, to reach their goals.. homeward journey, hitchhikers guiding your understandings…

Unhitched, discerning the whys, what’s and wears of the totalitarianism, one finds the keystone of direction.. skywatchers of eons assume the controls, dragons and eagles sparring for space.. outer spaces, places and times, always trying to rewrite histories…

history in books, hardly anything new under the sun.. keys tossed out, same consciousness, Pharos of past, stepping into their throne.. now prescribe through political spin doctors, weaved as news.. working in harmony with parties, picked before the sequel of the game.. day in and out, within every hours broadcast, no matter where you are or may go.. spinning indoctrination, separation, into hearts and minds.. souls depresses us all, to seek truth amidst the spinning.. confusing then the ones that question authority, and their transmitters.. opinions of matters in physicality which they raise, stirring blood in watching to a boiling rage.. spewing venom and plays with the mindset, recalibrate the path of knowledge to one of taking sides, steppingstones to believing the stories, rather than trusting intuition brought out by the beating of drums, of keeping the conscious snared in nets of their courses.. designed to keep you on their paths layed out, for all to consume.. making you the bad guy, for not following their leading…

Fake news, views and opinions lay the groundwork to build upon a house of cards.. lacking true foundations, the spinsters keep weaving the shadows, boogie-men for us to follow.. all the good patriotic ones are poked and prodded for reaction stories.. raising the bar, on disgust and rage, anchors do their best to convey what the corporate gamers play out.. voting for one side, of a no-sided political denomination, stating theirs is the right wing… one wing, of many, the machinery keeps pumping and pillaging the mass of inconsequential facts that don’t matter to the elect.. in beds with larger hand-outs, the money keeps all witnesses on a path of their deliverance, the song remains the same… morality, out the door of consideration, paid informers give you views.. of shadows not resolved, by their handlers…

Giving up the one-sidings and desires of money’s handlers, keeps your nature opening to what they don’t address or deem unpatriotic.. raising ones’ own awareness and consciousness to the gamers and professional insiders lining the containers watching with new morality… crucifying all whom resist their findings….

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