These grounds beneath us

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

When reading my own post, I am often shocked, by how I sound, in relation to the modern day brain wash, of those evil words, which shall end the world. I realize something chilling, daunting instantly, total peace, would create genocide, with the common peoples, and I am then depressed. I see that the population at large has indeed proven, those who control Chaos and Order, in a very definate algorythm system, over the long, create more learning more prosperity, more hope, even under the false guise of such rule, towards true prosperity?

 We who are born with wisdom, and not the knowledge of numbers, who have our own superior government within us, dare not to speak this system to the average man, who shall misuse it, and clumbsly take it for all it's power. This is the knowledge that Kings fell towards, as they ruled, as today, with an iron fist, and a weak mid section, to match a heightenened raliance on syllogism alone.

 These leaders of today, work as part of the machine, which makes up the entity, of One Mind, yet never push the bottons of mass destruction, to their own person. Let one leader speak, then shift the actual debt to the rungs, until no one be blamed, but the inept and feckless lazy peasants, who, are the 85%, chasing their tails, getting what they want, but it is only the amount which creates this competition of ..the reactive and aggressive, thus translated to weak, ill breed and hungry take the peasants cake, thinking of course, pretending rather, that they dine with the true elite.


You hang yourselves, and do so with ignorance, even guitiness, as long as it be the neighbor, for which you have in breed ill contempt for and secret dispise him, want to fuck his wife, and see his off spring as well as possessions burn. You of the Christian faith, take head, you have sworn youself, and sell more than your false stock, bonds, sell phones, and failing cars, to make you faustian deals. You give aways a peace of your very spirit, and this is why you be the next one, unsuspecting at the lynching block, come next Saturday Morning, before that Sunday service, where you lie to even yourself, besting the whore from which you were spat out upon the ground, from. Proudly you say, I am not a basterd, but what god were you sworn to, in holy matramony, by these courts, in a legal system, which secretly hangs the Pentagram and all seeing eye, in place of the cross that bares us all, as we are poisoned, sinking ever more quickly away from these grounds, which I should forever own, without ceasing.