Post by christian on Feb 15, 2008 7:14:19 GMT -5
The calm before the storm
The little mouse ran to his buddies on the west side
Of the capitol city that helped create this big shaghi
Just after the infamouse meeting where the president insisted
That anyone is a terrorist that stood up to his royal ness or resisted
The mouse after he prayed knew that he needed some more help
And ran like hell through the night to see what cards God had dealt
The mouse called a big meeting right next to the 7 eleven on 2nd
And caught the ears of nearly 1000 others that night, I reckon
The mouse felt compelled to spread some of the truths in his pocket
That might never be revealed or conveniently lost in court dockets
“Do you know”, said the mouse, “exactly how old Egyptian magic works?
The underrated, suppressed knowledge’s that held order without quirk?
For thousands of years and right up to the present hour;
The eye above the pyramid watches you eat, brush, and shower.”
The crowd let out a grumble and some yelled, “Get back on your meds”
“You conspiracy freaks need old fashion medicine like gun powder and lead”
“No one would do this”…“There is no evil”—“You’re f#@!ed in the head”…
Now…the crowd had spent years watching censored, one-sided, brainwashing TV
And was so inside, outside, upside down thanks to black magic; it was frazzled beyond belief
But the mouse did not get angry, only unconditionally love was released
As the mob moved in quickly like a bloodthirsty ravenous beast
Spitting and punching and throwing dog nuts, intentionally restricting his free speech
All acting this way unknowingly against their will, due to a curse, cast with the intention
Of separating all of man kind from ever experiencing a peaceful intervention
Nevertheless, the little mouse kept on screaming information new and young
He shouted out new truths at the top of his lungs
“Excuse me,” he pleaded, as they roped him to the pop sickle stick propped within
The flammable garbage encompassing an eerie discarded cooperate sardine can
“The first proof that their govern-mental system, has worked its evil wonders,
Is this ridiculous spontaneous barbeque, where you’re preparing to roast a brother,”
Said a very confused and now badly beaten little mouse with a shudder.
“Just like a ball of putty in the hands of a master artist,
Your minds have been molded by the evils that are smartest.
And they’d have you believe that I am a terrorist standing here,
While they intentionally poison millions legally in food, air, pharma, and beer.”
“Please look at their intents and actions, then weigh it against mine,” asked the mouse.
“They call their selves peacekeepers as they break the door on your house?”
“I called this meeting because of other plans that I’ve seen made,
Such as over 30 concentration camps that just got an expensive up-grade.
Or the bill that just passed the House and is headed for the Senate,
Enabling them to come here right now and affect a legal round up.
The presidential commission to remove the last freedoms left in the land,
Works 24-7-365.25, and is currently expanding, as it is anticipating requiring more hands.
To read everyone’s email, and to censor the net,
That is the brunt of this Homegrown Terrorism Act…State loyalty or death!”
Said the humble little mouse as he drew in and savored one of his last anticipated breaths.
At almost the very point of ignition the pitch forks and flames were all lowered
And the mob showed the first signs of breaking the imperious curse which is horrid
The mouse quickly begin speaking before this unfortunate execution moved forward
“And conveniently just before all of this ‘peacekeeping’ will be done,
They’ve remodeled remote facilities left over from WW11 and WW1.
Govern-mental camps that lost millions of people it seems,
Cause the American citizens taken there, still have never been again seen.
Hitler remarked on the brilliance of camps or reservations.
Out of site out of mind, no one to witness the innialation,
While creating unique control groups for chemical/drug experimentation;
All part of a bloody red scheme to control all of creation!
What do you think is the goal of the freakin United Nations?
Or the big drug dealer ran organization cloaked as the World Health Organization?”
The mouse took a breath and let out a quick prayer
Praying that his talking would save but a few more hairs
“UN ‘peace keepers’ aided by American soldiers and paid mercenaries
Block roads, which withholds food and medicine from innocent children and ladies.
And they take all the poisons and toxins and bombs made by Sadam,
And ignite them up wind of indigenous tribes without qualm.
Spreading illness and famine, false news reports updated hourly on your palm.”
“Our govern-mental structure would never turn on its citizens,”
A mob spokesman shouted, as he stepped forward and cut in.
“Where’s your proof to all of this bloodshed and sin.”
“Much of it unfortunately is buried,” said the mouse with a sad sigh.
“Along with hundreds of million’s of dead bodies, created by this obvious global genocide.
Aimed to restrict, repress, infiltrate, seek and destroy all indiginous tribes.
Politically backed, thanks to magician’s tricks, and the first page of the KJ Bibe.
An estimated 38 million Native Americans were poisoned, relocated or died.
Millions of yellow brothers and sisters falsely accused to be spies,
Were never seen again by their remaining families eyes.
This is History and not a lie,” the mouse cried.
“It all makes sense once you dissect the truth from the lies.
Open the chapels and see who operating secretly inside”
“The Mormons experienced an organized slaughter,
At the same time that the Jews were slipped poison in water.
While witches were being stuffed quickly in ovens,
A fake was added to the doctrine and covenants …(D&C 134)
Tricking millions into trusting these obviously corrupt governments.”
Organized chaos might look like confusion indeed
But it’s an art form practiced secretly by few for centuries
Recorded in code translated from gold transcript leaves
And further unveiled through the indigenous Mentinah ancestry
And if you throw in a pinch of Wicca, and a dash of Kabala and Hare Krishna
Buddha, Christ and astrology then make sense, in conjunction with the calendar of the Maya
“And by creating a confusion where you don’t know your head from your ass,
They’ve kept secret another poisonous tribe, slithering quietly in the grass.
Gadiantom and the other snake tribe are here, you’d better act fast!”
Said the mouse as he gagged on the fumes from the gas.
The mice all shuddered as they genetically remembered the day long ago
When the snake pit had been allowed to increasingly grow
And the snakes with their poison filled the air, food, water and snow
As the snakes encompass the prey, over centuries nice and slow
They predictable use the same tricks and leave a path that does show
“This is no coincidence or to be taken lightly”, the still hog-tied mouse debated.
“The patterns have been mathematically, historically, and astrologically calculated.
And all of their brain washing and chemical/drug that make reality hazy,
Have all worked their magic tonight, in my opinion creating this situation that is crazy
Because I came here tonight to warn you… and you’re preparing now to blaze me!”
“I ask you one thing,” begged the mouse, “before you strike up that match,
To take 5 minutes, bow your head, and seek deep within to ask.
Did this little mouse, strapped to the gasoline soaked Popsicle stick,
Come here this evening to control, murder, poison, or restrict?
Or is the furry little fellow that seems to be shouting in vain,
Raising awareness to some of the known causes, undisputedly creating these global pains?
Did I have to purchase a ticket to receive this information?
Will I incur a monthly payment plan if I give a confirmation?
Is the little mouse trying to create an un-necessary confusion?
Or is he cleaning the veil of dirt off the windshield, that’s creating the illusion?”
“The Illusion that we are all on the right path indeed,
Typically run’s you a tenth at the first of each month, and is 98 and 3/4% guaranteed.
In the land of trickery, false prophets, and greed,”
In earnesty the mouse did plead
For his life, liberties, and freedoms were all tied up with visible shackles today
Standing in the cooperate sardine can, waiting to be vaporized away
Over a “thought crime”, soon to be defined if the Senate votes this way
And then anyone who thinks something different than the norm
Might get a gruesome vacation, in a remote camp, during the red dawn storm
“I want you to all know”, said the mouse, “I pledge allegiance to the flag.
That was built with the intent, of freedom well spent, by Betsy Ross out of rags.
The one I speak of appears to be this same group indeed
But they have created a mirror image, a with lies and deceit
Shoulders of millions of soldiers, wear the flag backwards on the sleeves
To symbolize, the mirror image organization, slithering slowly in the grass and leaves
“And sheaves, and books, and miles of nuts,
Of non-sense and corruption and political wit,
That has conveniently created your perception of reality to view,
The world at an angle that is based upon only a majority of truth.
And the minority of information that is needed to complete,
The picture perfect view is held as ‘fiction’, by Supreme Court seats.
The 1 1/4 percent is the delicate film slowly placed,
Generations of erasing created a veil that’s soon to disgrace,
Almost every governing organization holding power today.”
A voice rose from the Mob, loud and clear the question rang
From one of the many now questioning just who exactly was insane
“What would you do if we let you down from here right now?”
Barked a rhetorical question from the now stirring crowd.
“If you believe all this stuff, that you insistently continue to cram down our throats
Of poison and brain washing and hypnotizing at church with musical notes,
What do we theoretically do revolution or vote?”
Said an ex-mobster mouse that was scratching his head with his pitchfork.
“Break the pattern,”
“Break the pattern,”
“Break the pattern,”
Skipped the mouse, “I am so very, honored…namaste indeed.
You’ve followed me along way down the rabbit hole this evening with both feet.
Some of the things spoken here might shake all of reality, I’ll keep it short and sweet,”
Said the mouse as they loosened the ropes, and on the sardine can he did seat.
To be continued sometime soon…in a day orso, up to one week, but not committed or restricted by any non-legally binding hearsay and bloggish humors…possibly inside of a week
The little mouse ran to his buddies on the west side
Of the capitol city that helped create this big shaghi
Just after the infamouse meeting where the president insisted
That anyone is a terrorist that stood up to his royal ness or resisted
The mouse after he prayed knew that he needed some more help
And ran like hell through the night to see what cards God had dealt
The mouse called a big meeting right next to the 7 eleven on 2nd
And caught the ears of nearly 1000 others that night, I reckon
The mouse felt compelled to spread some of the truths in his pocket
That might never be revealed or conveniently lost in court dockets
“Do you know”, said the mouse, “exactly how old Egyptian magic works?
The underrated, suppressed knowledge’s that held order without quirk?
For thousands of years and right up to the present hour;
The eye above the pyramid watches you eat, brush, and shower.”
The crowd let out a grumble and some yelled, “Get back on your meds”
“You conspiracy freaks need old fashion medicine like gun powder and lead”
“No one would do this”…“There is no evil”—“You’re f#@!ed in the head”…
Now…the crowd had spent years watching censored, one-sided, brainwashing TV
And was so inside, outside, upside down thanks to black magic; it was frazzled beyond belief
But the mouse did not get angry, only unconditionally love was released
As the mob moved in quickly like a bloodthirsty ravenous beast
Spitting and punching and throwing dog nuts, intentionally restricting his free speech
All acting this way unknowingly against their will, due to a curse, cast with the intention
Of separating all of man kind from ever experiencing a peaceful intervention
Nevertheless, the little mouse kept on screaming information new and young
He shouted out new truths at the top of his lungs
“Excuse me,” he pleaded, as they roped him to the pop sickle stick propped within
The flammable garbage encompassing an eerie discarded cooperate sardine can
“The first proof that their govern-mental system, has worked its evil wonders,
Is this ridiculous spontaneous barbeque, where you’re preparing to roast a brother,”
Said a very confused and now badly beaten little mouse with a shudder.
“Just like a ball of putty in the hands of a master artist,
Your minds have been molded by the evils that are smartest.
And they’d have you believe that I am a terrorist standing here,
While they intentionally poison millions legally in food, air, pharma, and beer.”
“Please look at their intents and actions, then weigh it against mine,” asked the mouse.
“They call their selves peacekeepers as they break the door on your house?”
“I called this meeting because of other plans that I’ve seen made,
Such as over 30 concentration camps that just got an expensive up-grade.
Or the bill that just passed the House and is headed for the Senate,
Enabling them to come here right now and affect a legal round up.
The presidential commission to remove the last freedoms left in the land,
Works 24-7-365.25, and is currently expanding, as it is anticipating requiring more hands.
To read everyone’s email, and to censor the net,
That is the brunt of this Homegrown Terrorism Act…State loyalty or death!”
Said the humble little mouse as he drew in and savored one of his last anticipated breaths.
At almost the very point of ignition the pitch forks and flames were all lowered
And the mob showed the first signs of breaking the imperious curse which is horrid
The mouse quickly begin speaking before this unfortunate execution moved forward
“And conveniently just before all of this ‘peacekeeping’ will be done,
They’ve remodeled remote facilities left over from WW11 and WW1.
Govern-mental camps that lost millions of people it seems,
Cause the American citizens taken there, still have never been again seen.
Hitler remarked on the brilliance of camps or reservations.
Out of site out of mind, no one to witness the innialation,
While creating unique control groups for chemical/drug experimentation;
All part of a bloody red scheme to control all of creation!
What do you think is the goal of the freakin United Nations?
Or the big drug dealer ran organization cloaked as the World Health Organization?”
The mouse took a breath and let out a quick prayer
Praying that his talking would save but a few more hairs
“UN ‘peace keepers’ aided by American soldiers and paid mercenaries
Block roads, which withholds food and medicine from innocent children and ladies.
And they take all the poisons and toxins and bombs made by Sadam,
And ignite them up wind of indigenous tribes without qualm.
Spreading illness and famine, false news reports updated hourly on your palm.”
“Our govern-mental structure would never turn on its citizens,”
A mob spokesman shouted, as he stepped forward and cut in.
“Where’s your proof to all of this bloodshed and sin.”
“Much of it unfortunately is buried,” said the mouse with a sad sigh.
“Along with hundreds of million’s of dead bodies, created by this obvious global genocide.
Aimed to restrict, repress, infiltrate, seek and destroy all indiginous tribes.
Politically backed, thanks to magician’s tricks, and the first page of the KJ Bibe.
An estimated 38 million Native Americans were poisoned, relocated or died.
Millions of yellow brothers and sisters falsely accused to be spies,
Were never seen again by their remaining families eyes.
This is History and not a lie,” the mouse cried.
“It all makes sense once you dissect the truth from the lies.
Open the chapels and see who operating secretly inside”
“The Mormons experienced an organized slaughter,
At the same time that the Jews were slipped poison in water.
While witches were being stuffed quickly in ovens,
A fake was added to the doctrine and covenants …(D&C 134)
Tricking millions into trusting these obviously corrupt governments.”
Organized chaos might look like confusion indeed
But it’s an art form practiced secretly by few for centuries
Recorded in code translated from gold transcript leaves
And further unveiled through the indigenous Mentinah ancestry
And if you throw in a pinch of Wicca, and a dash of Kabala and Hare Krishna
Buddha, Christ and astrology then make sense, in conjunction with the calendar of the Maya
“And by creating a confusion where you don’t know your head from your ass,
They’ve kept secret another poisonous tribe, slithering quietly in the grass.
Gadiantom and the other snake tribe are here, you’d better act fast!”
Said the mouse as he gagged on the fumes from the gas.
The mice all shuddered as they genetically remembered the day long ago
When the snake pit had been allowed to increasingly grow
And the snakes with their poison filled the air, food, water and snow
As the snakes encompass the prey, over centuries nice and slow
They predictable use the same tricks and leave a path that does show
“This is no coincidence or to be taken lightly”, the still hog-tied mouse debated.
“The patterns have been mathematically, historically, and astrologically calculated.
And all of their brain washing and chemical/drug that make reality hazy,
Have all worked their magic tonight, in my opinion creating this situation that is crazy
Because I came here tonight to warn you… and you’re preparing now to blaze me!”
“I ask you one thing,” begged the mouse, “before you strike up that match,
To take 5 minutes, bow your head, and seek deep within to ask.
Did this little mouse, strapped to the gasoline soaked Popsicle stick,
Come here this evening to control, murder, poison, or restrict?
Or is the furry little fellow that seems to be shouting in vain,
Raising awareness to some of the known causes, undisputedly creating these global pains?
Did I have to purchase a ticket to receive this information?
Will I incur a monthly payment plan if I give a confirmation?
Is the little mouse trying to create an un-necessary confusion?
Or is he cleaning the veil of dirt off the windshield, that’s creating the illusion?”
“The Illusion that we are all on the right path indeed,
Typically run’s you a tenth at the first of each month, and is 98 and 3/4% guaranteed.
In the land of trickery, false prophets, and greed,”
In earnesty the mouse did plead
For his life, liberties, and freedoms were all tied up with visible shackles today
Standing in the cooperate sardine can, waiting to be vaporized away
Over a “thought crime”, soon to be defined if the Senate votes this way
And then anyone who thinks something different than the norm
Might get a gruesome vacation, in a remote camp, during the red dawn storm
“I want you to all know”, said the mouse, “I pledge allegiance to the flag.
That was built with the intent, of freedom well spent, by Betsy Ross out of rags.
The one I speak of appears to be this same group indeed
But they have created a mirror image, a with lies and deceit
Shoulders of millions of soldiers, wear the flag backwards on the sleeves
To symbolize, the mirror image organization, slithering slowly in the grass and leaves
“And sheaves, and books, and miles of nuts,
Of non-sense and corruption and political wit,
That has conveniently created your perception of reality to view,
The world at an angle that is based upon only a majority of truth.
And the minority of information that is needed to complete,
The picture perfect view is held as ‘fiction’, by Supreme Court seats.
The 1 1/4 percent is the delicate film slowly placed,
Generations of erasing created a veil that’s soon to disgrace,
Almost every governing organization holding power today.”
A voice rose from the Mob, loud and clear the question rang
From one of the many now questioning just who exactly was insane
“What would you do if we let you down from here right now?”
Barked a rhetorical question from the now stirring crowd.
“If you believe all this stuff, that you insistently continue to cram down our throats
Of poison and brain washing and hypnotizing at church with musical notes,
What do we theoretically do revolution or vote?”
Said an ex-mobster mouse that was scratching his head with his pitchfork.
“Break the pattern,”
“Break the pattern,”
“Break the pattern,”
Skipped the mouse, “I am so very, honored…namaste indeed.
You’ve followed me along way down the rabbit hole this evening with both feet.
Some of the things spoken here might shake all of reality, I’ll keep it short and sweet,”
Said the mouse as they loosened the ropes, and on the sardine can he did seat.
To be continued sometime soon…in a day orso, up to one week, but not committed or restricted by any non-legally binding hearsay and bloggish humors…possibly inside of a week