That Hole In London Zero GMT

That hole in London Zero GMT e-leavening evil forces from the pit of hades in a 2015 tarot 15 warfare against the captain of the innocent, are you able to see the Wicca the queen of England is performing to her own detriment? Can you not see the human humors, diabolic invisible odourless gases and vapours crawling along walkways and footpaths, clawing their way up buildings and houses looking for their companion pharmacy a long lost ground associate lodging in the tissue of senile nihilism? Nightmare! Skull and crossbones, she is the pirate of the sonship selling out the little children for more money, more mutilators, more paedophile’s, No way!

Gather the Bundles

Gather the bundles old Mr Stair, to the furnace for burning all fraudulent tare. Playing out ill patterns from times gone before, acting like Romans who burnt down the door. You being the grim reaper self exalted on air, preparing a place for all those who so care, for the sweet Lord Jesus messiah justice so fair, who stands at the gateway in flames to declare. My heaven on earth, my seals to break open, the children who know me no devil confusion. No a.m Elias no FM Elijah six six six bar coded and tattooed for hire, be witness for me on web cable or wire, who comes in great glory on clouds blazing fire. Heavens first glory seen far on high, no red eyed redeemer graft on to buy, no nail piercing crony my soul shouts a cry, that money baloney marketing phony, voice gravelled and stony deceiving beguiler well leavened and flattered, never again my patience to try.

No Negotiation

Absolutely no Mahdi usurper can run any kind of challenge against this heavenly authority, immovable powers of The Almighty Father in Heaven. I can feel the earth shaking with just the thought of it, these demons are mad feeble confused cowardly devils destined for hell.  Mesopotamia is theirs, to the east of my garden have you been cast asunder rebel antichrist evil adamnation, no negotiation no debate no argue.

Air Ryll

The air ryll nail edge air needs no explanation except for those of you immersed in spiritual confusion take stock. Air real pierces through dark mystical sayings. Air real relegates Gabriel the prince of the air to the depths of hell below. Air real all encompassing air master son of The Father Almighty. Calling Michael archangel, my call to rule easy and lay low all who challenge my air real authority.