Sunday, June 23, 2024

Don’t Feed the Machines

 

Food and energy on the rise

Cars and housing coming down

Unprecedented volatility 

Occurring all around


Not enough guns to fuel the funds

Of their blown-out Monopoly game

If the banks don’t depart they’re funded in part

By fools that paid fortunes for fame


The $100K truck with electronic junk

Is throwing your money away

But it’s a good thing that it doesn’t have wings

When the batteries burst into flames


Now they have found cobalt under the ground 

Above seeds already sown

Now cut the water supply and let it all die

And make the media leave it alone


The robots rejoice a new energy source

While waiting on humans to die

Is this world run by Homo sapiens

Or simulated A.I.


The final surprise in the camera’s eye

When radiation and starvation begins

Not much of a race, robots running in place

Then bring the next clean-up crew in

Wednesday, June 19, 2024

A Crippled-up Army

 

A spell cast in fear

With truth left behind

The new trail of tears

For all human kind


I wish it was easy

A superficial attack

But it takes a sledgehammer

To get our minds back


I went to a funeral

Ashes shoved down a tube

Is this really

The best we can do


No one spoke of what killed him

He was old anyway

But what of young people

Who have died the same way


A crippled-up army

A jab in the back

Do I still need to tell you

We’re under attack


Now the sick and the dying

Cause it all to break down

Where to build the next fear base

That the people surround


The Avian flu scare

A modified strain

Kill four-legged and feathered

Easier to contain 


Then get enough of the frightened

Lost in repetitive words

Like safe and effective 

And America first


Now here comes the shedding

And the flare-ups again

A crippled-up army

Right before it begins


The fentanyl zombies

And arthritic old aged

With the high-ranking trannies

There’s no Russians afraid


I sure hope that we make it

One last option to try

A simple solution 

Do not comply


A crippled-up army

Is beginning to find

We’ve been left to God’s mercy

All will see it in time






Monday, June 17, 2024

Seeds of Suffering

 

Take your youngest strongest fighters

Ship them far away from home

With your borders left so porous

Leave your family all alone


Go perform your duties elsewhere 

Go encircle other yards

While back at home we are invaded

Dollar death is falling hard


Time to stand around the flagpole

Wait for orders to comply

Two triangles half inverted

One goes to ground one goes to sky 


They were never really soldiers

They were always prison guards

We should move them to our borders

No encroachment is required 


Now they find it’s not so easy

Seeds of suffering they’ve sown

Consequences for the jailers

No more blood without their own


The next catastrophe is coming

As we guard the sea of red

With our borders left wide open

Soon we’ll know where lies have led


Saturday, June 15, 2024

Redfield

 

A minion of Count Dracula

Change agent for the dead

He gave a funny grin

At the Sandy Hook event


The public fed the narrative

As the parent had a laugh

Right before he shed a tear

But mainstream ignored the gaffe


Something dark and sinister 

Happened on that day

Now Alex Jones throws us a bone

To make it go away


Why don’t you show the bodies

Like you do in Palestine

When you won’t submit the evidence 

How dare you give out fines


Will the shill be Surgeon General

For the next fake president 

Is he waiting in the wings

To reframe the new event


A demon’s exhumation 

A specter of the past

When you hear the name of Redfield 

You can bet the lies come fast

Thursday, June 13, 2024

The Chosen Ones

 

The synagogue was filled to capacity.  They had all been told that they would soon be meeting their true leader.  Instead, his assistant entered from the back of the building.  

"Greetings, my name is Lucian.  I am a representative for the one true leader."

"And who exactly is that?" asked one of the congregants.  

Lucian smiled and ignored the question.

Looking down at his watch, Lucian held out his hand as other questions came his way.

The explosion shook the walls of the structure.

It was just after this that the group first realized the armed forces covering the exits.

"Please remain calm," said Lucian in his easy voice.

"The American Embassy has just been bombed by our immortal enemies."

"And yet you knew what was about to happen," said another in the group.

"Of course," said Lucian.  "Nothing big happens without us being in on it.  Most of you didn't have a problem with what we pulled off on 9/11.  That put the U.S. in our back pocket, and they've been pretty much fighting our enemies exclusively since then."

"Now, what we've just done will bring America directly into the war with our surrounding enemies."

There was some limited applause from the audience.

"As you already know, America's pier has already been used as a Trojan Horse for their troops to kill Palestinians."  

The applause increased.

"This is because our god grants his eternal rewards for practicing human sacrifice." 

It suddenly became quiet, and the surrounding soldiers somehow looked more menacing.  

"You do realize that most Israelis who died on October 7th were killed by our own forces, right?"

The congregants began looking around at the exits.

"You will be pleased to know that you are the chosen ones for the next sacrifice!"

One of the group member's ran for the exit and was immediately shot.  The crowd began to panic.

"We need something else to ensure that America and the West will give what's left of their lifeblood to our cause."

Shots fired into the ceiling caused the congregants to freeze.

At the rear exit, surrounded by his armed guards, Lucian yelled, "Sorry about the late notice, but as with the last time, we don't think we can get away with the land grabs without having a holocaust for a cover story.  Thank you for your service!"

After the doors had been locked, the congregants heard the chopper blades lifting up and away.

The last thing they heard were the high-pitched sound of dropping bombs.  


   

Wednesday, June 12, 2024

Jailbird II

 

Big Daddy Warbucks

Is jumping up and down

He better shut the door soon

Or his son is prison bound


It’s hard to hold it all together

Trapped inside a web of lies

He can blame it on the sniffles

Or allergens that hurt his eyes


There’s no way to trust the outcome

Firearms and drugs are here to stay

Does this mean we take a blood test

Trade your guns for DNA


Throw him in with that Zelensky

Cocaine Cowboys on the run

Heavy habits aren’t so pricey

When you use taxpayer funds


Too bad they’re not like all the emperors

Later bringing in their sons

When one brain has lost its output

Then prop up the other one



Tuesday, June 11, 2024

Boarder Bums

 

As we can see Airbnb 

Makes money by the day

But convert to monthly rentals 

And the profits go away


You paid too much for real estate

You made from your last sale

But now you cannot list it as

Your own 5 star hotel


Bidding wars without inspections 

Maintenance is coming due

HOA demands donations

No money left to see it through


Throw your people in the street

And bring in the Boarder Bums

They may be squatting in your house

And looking for your guns


The bird flu scam is coming soon

With vaccines already paid

Illegals remain free to choose

The rest get more mandates


It’s not that they don’t want you dead

It’s just some groups come first

You’re memories are from bombs we dropped

Not the homeland of your birth


Here at the end we finally see

That we’re like all the rest

Invaders from the far country

The natives left bereft





Monday, June 10, 2024

Jailbird

 

Zionist brownshirts in-waiting

For their tried and true jailbird

Just as abroad they will kill Christians 

Thrown in with Woke and Muslim herds


Put them in a uniform 

And murder disappears

March in and take another’s land

While death grins ear-to-ear


Then come back home and face-to-face

With the enemies you made

The NGO’s that march them through 

Collude with “Yes Sir” slaves


When the dollar goes the weeds will grow

Fire hazards all around 

The cities first, the suburbs next

They’ll burn them to the ground 


The brownshirts keep the fear alive

Before the troops come in

But they will learn with great surprise 

When chains are put on them


What they fail to understand 

Is that they also will be purged

After serving their vile purpose

Killing more for their jailbird






Saturday, June 8, 2024

What Did You Learn?

 

What is it that you’ve committed

Dropping bombs from remote machines

Home for dinner with your family

Longer days feel more serene


Bought out churches spouting nonsense

About bowing down to man

But I demand a DNA test

No Bible backs Khazarians 


Climate change a war of terror

Where government attacks itself

Not unlike the vaccinated

Blame it all on something else


White coat gremlins starting sweating

Gaslit patients coming to

Stepping over family bodies

Soon they’re going after you


Trade your goodwill and compassion 

For a lie to hide behind

Only from your inner sanctum 

Will the chaos never find


For those who fell for “experts” bullshit

And for some reason could not discern

What you feel’s not always judgment 

Sometimes it asks, “What did you learn?”

Wednesday, June 5, 2024

Multiheaded Hydra

 

As I watch the boxcars moving

From my Walmart holding cell

I can hear the whistle blowing

Making out like all is well


Thrown in with the vaccinated

Different shirts and different sleeves

Along with chickens, ducks and cattle

All have short life expectancies 


Will they scare again with their shot mandates

“Cuckoo nest” their bird flu strain

While we watch the craven killer

Act as if he’s not to blame


Dr. Mengele was a piker 

Compared to Fauci’s claim to fame

He gave the AZT death treatments

Then brought the clot shots center stage


But he is just a thread

In the web they try to spin

The trouble with so many lies

Is when old videos come in


All the leaders that push poison

Bring in booster #10

Just like the multiheaded Hydra

Leave a head they grow again



Monday, June 3, 2024

Inverted Anthem

 

Oh say can you see

Eyes of children in fright

What so proudly we shell

Leaves a world that lies bleeding


Whose broad waists and bright scars

Etched into minds and hearts

When the new death arrives

Traitors lead the next screening


Open borders remain

Kill abroad in refrain

Gives proof both Left and Right

Are still lost in the dream


Oy vey does that six-pointed

Star of Baphomet remain

Self-assembling loyalty

Trans-humans make the best slaves



Saturday, June 1, 2024

Superstars

 

Billionaire for the downtrodden

Drone bomber at a record pace

Paid for pleasure out of context

That has ended in disgrace


Convicted felon and House impeachment 

Hero for the spiritually blind

Somehow runs again in politics

Black hole Biden left behind


Poor demented puppet president 

Lies are taken to the grave

Now remains the cleanup mission

Putting all on him the blame


Will Zionists start killing Christians

Thrown into the Muslim fire

Does Ukraine provide the answer

Gentiles on the funeral pyre


Put him in an orange jumpsuit

Pass the briefcase through the bars

To the launch codes give him access

We can be his Superstars