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We all come from foreign lines not long removed from immigrant status. Everyone wanted a claim in the new world. Setting up colonies to escape persecution from church and the civility. Set up by the some of the greatest minds to emerge from the enlightenment we built upon ideas from throughout the ages to Unite many differing states to form a Union represented by the people to have a say in all matters foreign and domestic. America is a corporation called the US. Turned into a powder keg waiting to explode so those whom hated the very ideas we founded our country on. They can claim the spoils and Call our attempt at a Utopia a failure to use as an example to keep the masses in caste never to know the freedom of liberty again
Well the Republican party turned the stars on the Elephant upside down right after 9-11 It wasn't picked up on until later and never given a sufficient explanation. look up what it means in flipping a star. Done to show true intentions an organization may have and escape karmic retribution which operates on the same principles. Using the devil and Jesus in conversation to denounce a person or group is using the names in vain. Our entire system of government has forsaken our Natural God given rights slowly and propped up a system of society using the alchemical processes thought dead but very much in use to manufacture consent. We are slaves bound by stocks and traded on the margin to liven the stakes of the games rich people play. What is a soul worth? We are given the illusion of freedom and a strawman to play pretend.
New and Old Laws and traditions old acquisitions truths laid bare assume it's fare no more cessation ignorance blissful however can't claim wake up surrounded and grounded by the game Red tape and puzzle pieces spread in time read the same rigged consecration like a fig tree that never figged cut it down? No, paint it like a clown, a mirror to how you lived Maybe not I, Oh yoU see it all cursed to fall Eye owed for seed sewn fast grown fruit pre loaned fig yours, but wanna call it knowledge? figures... ate of it too young now the tree's dead but how you sung knew free at least in your head despite what was said and left in time the same that you read now putting in rhyme seeds I sew to plant trees to answer the age old that question; who owns a soul? If I may be so bold That's what I'm told anchored in water cold A wind blows and air picks up steam life like a dream I even got a team and know that at first glance I look as in a trance, but I ask to get a chance perhaps I'm a snake tread on eating my tail biting my tongue from telling my tale. make it for sale or free on your cell arrive with a bell A tree that bears no fruit still reaches to the heavens so why cut it down luck or no triple sevens more to prove than most it's fruit the holy ghost
Roses are red violets are blue But they lose they're beauty when next to you. So radiant a tiger lily to claim as mine! no fighting chance however against your shine. Morning glories are looked as failures to your accomplishment and allure but I'm comparing the beauty of sight and smell to the most beautiful song of light to tell. My blog of the day took hours to say how I feel it was a long rough draft with many mistakes not the least bit ammused by frivolous make. I try this way to put down how soon all may at one time feel, but as an aside flowers are fleeting gods beauty on a small scale even if you put them all together to my melody they'd all pail.
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