The Flight of Cowards

A View From My Bay



I stood at the pane transfixed and amazed, as I watched an evil most foul, partaking in a meal of human innocence, fleeing what was to become holed ground.


  19 cowards to my home they are bound, bringing a false gospel through the air.

 They preach a word that cannot be heard by most any civilized ear.

 Little boys transporting endless shame to their worthless and empty names.


 The Towers are down.

 The Pentagon Attacked.

 Shanksville turned into a burial ground.


 We will not forget, you demented wretch.

 From these cowardly acts, we will rebound.


 Hear this sound even from the grave, you and your cohorts will all be found, 19 and counting down.


American, I proclaim without any shame, color not my claim to fame.

 19 cowards easy to sway, allowed yourselves to be molded like cheap store-bought clay.

 Not a Soldier among them, not a man in sight.

 19 cowards, you boarded the wrong flight.


Eternal hate is your check-in gate.

 There will be no applause for your dastardly cause.


Four planes in flight, 19 cowards in sight.

 Each making false claims of morality.


With feckless thugs claiming a right to blood, supported by God above.

 Haven’t you heard that God is love?


Hiding behind curtains, claiming credit from afar, devoid of honor, dignity and a true sense of who you are.

 Soulless puppets hanging from a dead tree, this is all they can ever hope to be.


Feet of clay with manhood left wanting.

 Misdirected boys growing up with no toys.


Bereft of the valor that it takes to be a man, knowing no honor, your words a joke, on every syllable, I pray you choke.

 All you have done is bring shame to your State.

 Flying cowards your only fate.


Cowardly spawns that speak of lust and virgins waiting in the sky to ease their boyish urges.

 Seeking sex, not love, with shameful indifference, as if blessed from above, this truly isn’t.


What god above would proclaim this as just?

 Living day to day seeking only lust.


Foolish cowards, you have sealed your fate, chained to your followers living eternity in hate.

 I ask you weak and rudderless thugs, how many must die before you open your eyes, and realize that you and your kind are living a lie?


I have an extra bit of news for you intruders; your daggers of hate will never penetrate the God inspired gates of the United States.


I challenge all cowards of your similar ilk; make your case to this determined face.

 Meet me head-on let’s settle our fates.


I challenge you, come from behind the curtain, step to the gate, pick any date, look me in the eye and let’s seal our fates.

 Let’s see who blinks first and is just living a lie.

 Let’s see who blinks first and who must die.


What honor is there in what you have done?

 Where is the victory in your demon ways?

 Show me, coward, what have you won?

 Tell me, coward, why do you continue to run?


Your empty sacrifice was not the means to an end.

 Your misguided direction, not true to any cause.

 19 Cowards flying limp and blind, into an eternal fate of hate.

 Into a rapid decline.


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You want to know why I am sick?

It’s because of those ISIS dicks.

I’m not really a fan.

Of them killing Americans.

We need to end this war.

Almighty God we implore.

Just tell us how,

We need the info now.

What are we going to do?

Should we ask the Jews?

I’m not really sure,

If that would be a cure.

It could make matters worse.

Why are we stuck with this curse?

We need to end this war.

Almighty God we implore.

Just tell us how,

We need the info now.

What I am going to suggest

Is that we get rid of those pests.

It is ISIS who we need to kill,

And make them write their wills.

Cut out their guts,

And feed it to mutts.

We need to end this war.

Almighty God we implore.

Just tell us how,

We need the info now.

He should cut off their heads,

And bleed the sand red.

We need to stop this threat,

And end America’s sweat.

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My ode to My Mums Birthday on November 6th 2014

current affairs

hello family how do you do?

just had to write a poem to you
Mums birthday is coming up
shame some USA residents out of luck
there are events called false flags
and they exist in this world: fact
when evil blows something up
a shooting, whatever, then covered up
and then blamed on someone else
as an excuse to tighten belts
tighten a grip on society
by the ones that control you an me
let me give you an example of
one of these to control our lots
9/11, twin towers collapsed
even an ex Italian PM
identified those not making heaven
as the CIA and Mossad doing this
as an excuse to take away our bliss
Sandy Hook, Boston, Ebola too
all designed to keep you
truly scared, in government debt
the elite are not heaven sent
and the next ones on mums birthday
designed to cause maximum dismay
got a 15% chance of not happening
I dont like the odds of the thing
going to be the same drill
innocent excercise rune by shills
same crisis actors too
all designed to dupe you
Its going to be in America
done by those who dont care
Gonna happen in Texas state
a chemical weopon to cause hate
between whites and muslim brothers
everyone in the world descends from
35 mothers!
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I am Shadow

Against the rushing tide we've failed; against the wave of chaos and great change to follow we have been pushed back in a vast ocean of failure. Our revolution imploded, our way of life has become extinct. Now our world has ceased to exist, and we've become orphans in our own land; homeless, despised, hunted, and driven to the edge of oblivion. What we were is no more, and what we are is shadow.

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The Regressors

The Regressors

Through the twisting, celestial wormhole; the time point vortex that connects to fixed points in time they find themselves traveling. To change history, to alter the course of events, to align the 9 points Heimdall and open the gate to Bifrost, the bridge that connects our world to the hidden realm of the gods. Absolute power is their desire, the power the elder gods posses; the power to create chaos and destruction, to give life and take life; the power to slay, even gods. With the stolen time point vortex generator, the fallen sons and daughters of the Aesir seek to bring vengeance upon both worlds. Each regression is one step closer to oblivion.

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I am Alpha

I am the first of my kind, generation one, the creation after creation; designed by the program, born for the purpose of keeping order within the system, within the establishment. I exist to erase threats to the order; to hunt down the lone elements that seek to upset the balance between the powers; the cyber cells that operate on the outer edge of the planetary system. I am the threat to the threat, the protector of the order; the assassin.

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