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!

The Alarming Terrorism

The alarming terrorism inspired by man that evil man whom all men abhor, that evil man who opened the door to deep rooted violence horror and gore. That evil man some men adore, some men worship, some bow down to the floor, get down on their knees beseech and implore, beg him for mercy, strength for the war, love for their country nation and creed. That violent man sowing confusion a written infusion of love hate and law, jealous his passions he’ll not have you ignore him, his control of the world in violence for more killing blood spilling destruction and death, it must be that most men are bereft of the sense to see just who he could be, telling compelling you to believe that he is the god that everyone needs to be saved from an evil that he has conceived. How confused are the people who pray every day to a god they all know will take them away, with the strongest delusion the father of lies killing and killing they will not deny the avid lust for death to satisfy their greedy reddened eye. xyz

Twenty-One Heads

Twenty-one heads to row the world pool, I know, they know, who the son is now, they died for me on a Sunday. Now they can see, see truly, the blazing glory all around no word no sound I am immaculately found by those who seek the peaceful air. No tare portal for looking they see wordlessly my calling fire down come burn me, pour oz on me, poorest me, porosity, fade me away from evil eyes of hell completely we shall be together forever in air. My rule absolutely, finishing off all enemies, my sure Father Almighty let me drink the tears I Christ for you. xyz

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.