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Array ( [sid] => 149345 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Living Will Envy, The Dead . . . Ben [time] => 2009-04-23 23:10:12 [hometext] => Believe whatever you want, for soon, the unthinkable shall more than convince us how possible, the impossible is . . . [bodytext] =>

I don't know, but if it's what i think it is, it'll be a nightmare,

making the Holocaust look like a day at the beach, and

obviously we'll be powerless to stop it, one can only offer

a guess, that the wheels for this unthinkable horror that will

befall us, are in motion as we speak and in the manipulative

grips of those who we'd be shocked at the familiarity of the

people involved, were they to be revealed . . .

What ever does happen, it's sure to perpetuate that old

adage and i quote, " The Living Will Envy, The Dead " . . .

btw, i'm atheist so i'm not referring to any religious events

cause even that would be a most welcomed episode, compared

to what waits for America and it's global neighbors.

no, it'll be of a political nature, one such as we've never seen,

since the Kennedy assassination, though one might guess

some of the same reasons and people who were behind

that incident, shall once again play a most significant role

in leaving such an unforgivable legacy, effecting us in a way

that this time around, shall be irreversible . . .

Simply put, the subversive powers to be have simply, had

enough, of America . . .

Never,

shall we again know

this life we have come upon,

through no fault of our

own.

As

we speak,

we are being sucked

from it's very exzistance,

by

those who we never even

had a clue as to there precence

in

our life.

They are not monsters

in the conventional sense,

for even monsters, know their place

amidst the living.

No,

these malignant maleficent

breed not children

but a resemblance

of what could only be described as,

the bloodline mutations,

of

nature at her worse.

We

shall be drained

of whatever we are

or at least,

thought we

were.

Inhialation

of each other

shall come in the form

of degenerating flesh,

and this ironically,

shall pass for the delicacy

of the day.

And babies shall slither

as do worms in ones intestine,

for babies to will please the pallets

of things and other things

that need nourishment.

And men and women

shall be reduced to a mere

competitive delight

to each others grotesque imagination,

preyed upon by infective forms

of a depraved vermon,

a human hierarchia that will rule us,

not as a nation but as a conglomerant

of

pets.

These

subversive powers to be

will manipulate us in ways

so as to cause families

to kill other families,

starting with our own

and working our way through

each race and color and creed

and nationality and every belief

we hold sacred,

to these viral bodies of unbelievible

super wealth and power,

we shall be rendered to the stattus

of a throw away toy,

in the hands

of

demented children.

The

time has arrive

for the delivery

of the puppets head

on a blood stained platter,

see how the puppet masters

sharpen ther forks and knives

while licking there chops,

getting ready to embark in an orgy

of mass denominations

of

gold.

Drooling over them selves

like lions salivating

over a fresh kill,

as we the people disintergrate

into what can only be described

any more,

as the bowels of nuclear

waist.

Ben

myheartsvoice

&

bjps
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The Living Will Envy, The Dead . . . Ben

Contributed by myheartsvoice on Thursday, 23rd April 2009 @ 11:10:12 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

I don't know, but if it's what i think it is, it'll be a nightmare,

making the Holocaust look like a day at the beach, and

obviously we'll be powerless to stop it, one can only offer

a guess, that the wheels for this unthinkable horror that will

befall us, are in motion as we speak and in the manipulative

grips of those who we'd be shocked at the familiarity of the

people involved, were they to be revealed . . .

What ever does happen, it's sure to perpetuate that old

adage and i quote, " The Living Will Envy, The Dead " . . .

btw, i'm atheist so i'm not referring to any religious events

cause even that would be a most welcomed episode, compared

to what waits for America and it's global neighbors.

no, it'll be of a political nature, one such as we've never seen,

since the Kennedy assassination, though one might guess

some of the same reasons and people who were behind

that incident, shall once again play a most significant role

in leaving such an unforgivable legacy, effecting us in a way

that this time around, shall be irreversible . . .

Simply put, the subversive powers to be have simply, had

enough, of America . . .

Never,

shall we again know

this life we have come upon,

through no fault of our

own.

As

we speak,

we are being sucked

from it's very exzistance,

by

those who we never even

had a clue as to there precence

in

our life.

They are not monsters

in the conventional sense,

for even monsters, know their place

amidst the living.

No,

these malignant maleficent

breed not children

but a resemblance

of what could only be described as,

the bloodline mutations,

of

nature at her worse.

We

shall be drained

of whatever we are

or at least,

thought we

were.

Inhialation

of each other

shall come in the form

of degenerating flesh,

and this ironically,

shall pass for the delicacy

of the day.

And babies shall slither

as do worms in ones intestine,

for babies to will please the pallets

of things and other things

that need nourishment.

And men and women

shall be reduced to a mere

competitive delight

to each others grotesque imagination,

preyed upon by infective forms

of a depraved vermon,

a human hierarchia that will rule us,

not as a nation but as a conglomerant

of

pets.

These

subversive powers to be

will manipulate us in ways

so as to cause families

to kill other families,

starting with our own

and working our way through

each race and color and creed

and nationality and every belief

we hold sacred,

to these viral bodies of unbelievible

super wealth and power,

we shall be rendered to the stattus

of a throw away toy,

in the hands

of

demented children.

The

time has arrive

for the delivery

of the puppets head

on a blood stained platter,

see how the puppet masters

sharpen ther forks and knives

while licking there chops,

getting ready to embark in an orgy

of mass denominations

of

gold.

Drooling over them selves

like lions salivating

over a fresh kill,

as we the people disintergrate

into what can only be described

any more,

as the bowels of nuclear

waist.

Ben

myheartsvoice

&

bjps

Copyright © myheartsvoice ... [ 2009-04-23 23:10:12]
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Re: The Living Will Envy, The Dead . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Friday, 24th April 2009 @ 01:39:50 AM AEST
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OMG yes this scared me Ben! Shivers shivers!!
I know where this is coming from as we have had some deep discussions on all of it.

A strange and spooky time in which we live my friend.
Super, strong and thought provoking write, darkly in every sense of the shadows walking.

Hugs
Michelle

Re: The Living Will Envy, The Dead . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by karoody on Thursday, 19th November 2009 @ 04:49:30 PM AEST
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Ben~

This one about left me speechless
The music I am listening too even disappeared
A terrifying image, with sadly too much truth
Yet so artfully described

Thank you for sharing this

Take care
Kara

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