Escondido California
The little powers that THINK that they be...
Will in fact, NEVER CONTROL ME!
Only to God, will I ever bow down!
I refuse to be, another sheeple clown!
Lie and try, as they always might,
I SHALL NOT EVER COMPLY,
I won't ever take their evil mark,
For I'd much rather, FREELY DIE!
I Manipulate
By jfarrell
(“From the cover of Heaven’s gate, I manipulate” great lyrics from steve taylor)
Rasputin is me, I am Rasputin;
I tell you my story, show you my scars
I share my pain with you
And you will jump to my defence
Jump between me and the bullet
Take the sword thrust,
In my stead.
I frown and lower my gaze
I show you the pieces of my sundered heart
Let you hold and feel this dead thing that is my soul
Let you dance in the dust that was my dreams
And you give your heart to me
In tender whispers you pledge your undying love
To me.
Amongst tears, with nastiness running from my nose
I tell you of the wrongs done to me
I tell you of those that hurt and ridiculed me
To show the truth, the strength, of my pain
I take the knife and slash my arm, over and over
My pain angers you to kill,
For me.
Rasputin is me, I am Rasputin
A manipulative, conniving…. monk
Dead many years (executed, I think);
I want you to like me
I’ll say anything you wanna hear.
To keep you here
I manipulate
I didn’t mean to control you,
Physically or mentally,
As it happens to a convict sometimes,
Yet I found myself controlled finally!
Yes it was you and your evil plans,
That entwined me as the spider’s net!
The more I strived to escape as the mosquito,
The more and more I was in threat!
At long last I could read reality,
Finding a way out of your cruelty!
Yes but the bibles’ as bent
As a 12 bob note;
perverted By king james himself
I want to research the Scriptures,
but every website On google,
stinks to high Heaven,
been trying to find David Wiley,
but 404 not Found,
abound, that stinks too
Because of maybe the truth
Then I get another wan ker
From a religious foundation
I read one sentence of
Who are we? Division analysis
Don’t need a magnifier
Divide and conquer everywhere
And they are in the armpit
Of the devil himself; can feel it
Wrote him a big long poem
If anybody’s interested;
don’t Like foundations;
hair stand on end more like.
Gave him a challenge
to step Into the light,
though raining today Sadly,
how much longer will it be
Before replaced by fireballs?
Is it any wonder the states have
700 underground bases,
rains One day in three;
manchester’s Toast,
unless our creator accepts
That gauntlet; I propose
And if you live on the florida coast
Good luck, and the florida keys
Fried in a week, it rains every day
Guaranteed.
But if it’s the only way to
Userp the evil that permeates
High society, so be it, though
It is so sad, our mother earth
Under attack, who thinks this shit up?
And do they have a conscience?
Doubt it sadly, they have been
Blagged too, as most in this forum
Too pre-concerned about false flag
Hell, when heaven not even a step away
But they have a pair of blinkers
Like red rum around Aintree
They really cannot see the key
Spirituality.
Cos their heads in a box, walls abound
What happens to a ball, when you throw
It against a wall; bounces right back
Take the wall away; what happens?
Goes on and on like an Ariston
And was fed up with rebounding
So chose to go straight on instead
So much more fun; lots of freedom
And you create your own future
Because you are a god too,
king James knew the scriptures reflected
This amazing information,
so paid An army of writers,
to re-write in His own image,
which doesn’t fit With anybody,
Comments please
As I gain control of the sun,
I don't know where these feelings came from
And soon engulfed in the power, I became corrupt
My soul at stake, and my heart sewn shut
With all to have, and everything to lose
To people to expect you, but later no one to enthuse
And like anything, nothing seems to go as planned
Beauty and grace, quickly sunken in the quicksand
Will you and I become like the one everyone dreams?
Or be the source of why everyone shivers and screams?
Tell me, is everything ever so perfect?
When all we see is beauty in the defect?
The balance must be exact, they say
Else things quickly fade and thus, end night and day
Life is so very hard, don't you think?
The pure water turns to blood, quickly down your sink
But you and I have lost the mind to care
When you've gone down a path towards nowhere
As I go deeper, the world becomes dark and lonely
Life becomes artificial, greedy, and phony
Even the calmest of hearts can go dark
To the quietest rabbit, into a hungry shark
And the sky has no own to owe it to shine down to
Our hearts are now corrupt, frozen, and black and blue
And thus everything becomes pitch black
And those we love the most, die from a heart attack
All because we ignored the qualities we lack.
Everything can change by just one small decision
Little do we know it can change what we envision
What ever will you call a home now?
Everything but the past and dust upon what we call living
To what we cherished, fought, and nature that was once giving...
I just met you
But I'm already falling
I don't know why
Maybe it's your personality
Your controlling personality
Without being too controlling
Mental control is how you like to do it
And I love the idea
I love the fact that you are
Into Warcraft, but you don't
live and breathe it
I am feeling like I already
Love you, Bogs or Travis
Or Meister as we both are into
The whole Dom/Sub thing
Let's go forth and start our lives
Because we are both too old
To play the high school games
~Chrystal
Written on
February 12, 2014
September 12, 2013
1.
She walks a strange peculiar walk,
sunglasses mask her piercing stare,
and yet the masses stop to gawk,
and whispers fill the Autumn air.
I know not why she walks this path,
she has no story to be told,
you'll feel no hatred in her wrath,
her smile will never keep you warm.
But when the people look at her,
they'll see a goddess with no fault,
when sanity begins to blur,
they will succumb as she has planned.
And in the end I know not of,
a way to bring her from the path,
her bleak and dreary kind of love,
will satisfy them none the less.
So let her falsely resonate,
with empty shells she echoes best,
for it will take a twist of fate,
to bring her ghostly form to life.