Solid Mooring

 

The bodies keep on dropping 

Just like the falling rain

But the lies are now diminishing 

Shot dodgers aren’t insane

We know that it was fear-based

A threat from somewhere else

Both everywhere and nowhere

A tightening of the belt

But without a quiet place

To quell the inner storm

Most lined up without questioning

As hearts and minds were torn

From the solid mooring

Of knowing nothing goes away

Other than the transient

The soul is here to stay

We have no way of knowing 

When death is at its worst

Or if shedding just won’t kill us

With poisoned food and toxic bursts

So stand against their machinations 

Even if they’ve run you through 

As we walk into eternity

We all have jobs to do

https://rumble.com/v58ssd1-young-hearts-part-58-july-27-2024.html

The Khazarian Crawl

 

Traitors stand and applaud

For 58 times

Perhaps he can convince them 

To attack Iran this time

Good thing Trump and Kamala

Can show him around

As the outgoing president 

Is nursing home bound

It really doesn’t matter 

If you’re Red or Blue

As long as you bow

To Khazarian Jews

Mileikowsky, Drumpf and Soetoro

Have all changed their names

To hide the bloodlines 

That rule to this day

Spike proteins in plant life 

The weather wars waged

Dollar debasement 

It will all go away

You can bomb them right now

Like you do with Yemen

Media makes up the reasons

Can I get an amen

Trump insinuates that

It was an Iranian ploy

And our problems will end

If we seek and destroy 

But it wasn’t the Muslim

That gave us the shots

Or took all the gold

Leaving paper to rot

They’re not the ones 

Running false flag attacks

They don’t really push

That their lies should be facts

There’s only one god

That’s in place to deceive

And will use threat of force

Once his power’s achieved 

So learn the new dance move

It’s here for us all

Our leaders can teach it

The Khazarian Crawl

A Babysitter’s Curse

 

Be careful what you’re thinking

Be careful what you do

Be careful where you’re going 

When Big Brother’s after you

Now all our politicians 

Are owned by billionaires 

They run the highest office

Controlled by Palantir

“While you are watching them

Then we are watching you

Make sure you don’t step out of line

Or we’ll replace you too”

Advance a corporate monkey

Full control a shot away

Or use him as a scapegoat 

If it fails to go their way

Babylonian babysitters

Reveals we’re out of time

This is what we get

When foreign agents run the line

Prepare for new atrocities 

Committed in your name

Without your carbon signature 

Then you will get the same

The one just pooped his diapers

The other screams and shouts

When do we get some adults 

And throw all these children out

Be careful what you wish for

A babysitter’s curse

Just because the one’s a bastard

Doesn’t mean you can’t get worse

The Big Show

 

The Trump "assassination attempt" narrative continues to fall apart.  At this point, it's obvious that the Secret Service was complicit.  All that remains is determining whether or not Trump was in on it too. 

Those refusing even to entertain this possibility are poor scientists indeed!  They are the equivalent of the "Boosters" on the Left that demand little to no information contradicting their beliefs.  The saddest part is that even their so-called beliefs are not their own.  

Hulk Hogan recently addressed the crowd at the RNC.  His appearance alone reveals just how far the "Grand Old Party" has fallen. And the question remains:  Are they having a good laugh at us?

I wonder what it feels like to be driven away by a contingent from the same group that just tried to have you publicly executed?  Where are those syringes and heart attack machines when you need them?

In professional wrestling, the outcome has been determined before the match begins.

Hulk Hogan’s FULL SPEECH at RNC + signature SHIRT RIP for Trump (youtube.com)

Killing by Prescription

 

I’ll kill you in a million different ways

But I’ll never take the rap

If you speak of vaccine sickness 

I’ll leave you feeling like a sap

I made a bunch of money

How much you’ll never know

I’ve been killing by prescription 

And I haven’t got a soul

I started out as an idealist

To make the world a better place 

But the bigger my portfolio 

The more I want to take up space

I don’t know what’s in the potion

I’m just doing what I’m told

I’m not sure why you are breaking

From my allopathic hold

Chewing garlic for a toothache

Aloe Vera for a burn

Colloidal silver fights infection

Start growing food from soil you turn

I don’t give them in the office

Too much liability 

If you can dance between shoplifters

Get vaxxed at CVS or Walgreens 

Now we know that we were reckless 

With data inconsistencies 

But the birdshot’s nothing like it

Now why on earth won’t you trust me

Hero Worship

 

Clot shots, head shots and death angels

Colors fly red, white and blue

Reconnaissance was somehow lacking

With all the bullets flying through

Just like a movie masterpiece

The bloodied figure’s orange mane

Stands before a crimson background 

Did you get them in the frame

They used to carry razor blades

Before AIDS made it go away

It’s best to not remember

He’s in Pro Wrestling’s Hall of Fame

Pull the mask off at the stair top 

Place the mugshot on display

While it took from him an ear tip 

Hero worship just got saved

Payment for Pain

 

Lobotomies and ECT

Bleedletting and trephining

Acidic chemotherapy 

Why would you not roll up your sleeve

SIDS and SADS come out the same

Some deaths reserved for later days

“Your child’s just going through a phase”

Will get them hooked cradle to grave

Illegal drugs take up the slack

When prescriptions go away

Now fentanyl flows back to its foes

The Silk Road runs both ways

Cattle killed like buffalo

Reservations for prison camps

When the jailhouse gets inside your skin

The soul grows cold and damp

They’ve always buried their mistakes 

And more so to this day

Unblemished coats in stark contrast

To lives they gave away

I cannot help but think about

If the people were to find

They’ve taken payment for our pain

What will they do next time

I guess they know the truth by now

The lies are wearing thin

They better hope we never learn

It’s either us or them

A 60-Year-Old Conscript

 

I’m a 60-Year-Old conscript 

But my gout is doing fine

Just point me out our enemies

And let me do my time

Arthritic trigger fingers

But my middle serves dual roles

Not as much weight I can carry

Alongside my jelly roll 

I’m a 60-Year-Old conscript 

And I’m coming after you

I’ll have those Chinese nationals

Shaking in their boots

I’m waiting to be Shanghai’d

Like my Ukrainian friends

Nothing shows state loyalty

Like being thrown into a van

I’m a 60-Year-Old conscript 

And my back is killing me

By the time its feeling better

Then it gets into my knees

But I don’t require much training

At distance, I can hardly see

Just put me on the frontline 

With my scattergun and me

I’m a 60-Year-Old conscript

But I’m still quite far from done

I say we rob the nursing homes

Of the last warriors that won

We need the proper attitude 

To make a winning team

Before we die of their next treatment 

Why not try and go out clean

I’m a 60-Year-Old conscript 

And my hands are getting tired

To be a keyboard warrior 

Sure is getting hard

I’m afraid this life of leisure’s

Drawing to a close

How bad it gets for all of us

Is what God only knows