Fearless Vampire Hunters

 

We’ll kick all the hobgoblins out

But then, why did you let them in?

Vampire hunters have no chance

When guarded by armed men

They trust the needle, mesmerized

By overblown bullshit

Rote recitals televised

When not allowed off-script

No hyperbole for legalese

With some superlatives thrown in

Forget about those marched away

For exposing Khazarians

Vampire hunters behind walls

So politicians thrive

Soon they’ll toast adrenochrome

Before our very eyes

Vampires fear exposure

And attack all that can see

They claim their fangs don’t hurt as bad

As lives that they set free

But in those times they like to feast

On those they hypnotize the least

They risk the walking dead to see

The fruits of their brutality 

Their hearts and minds are filled with fright

For those who won’t accept their bite

Death by war or Devil’s teeth

The sun soon sends them in retreat

So whether you vote for vampires

Or the Bride of Frankenstein 

We’ll only clear this haunted house

With a stake run through their lies

Internecine Wars

 

When the Bible is your bottle

Where dark spirits congregate 

An inverse interpretation 

Most never know until too late

Stepping over the dead bodies

They keep showing on the screen

A week away from home invasion

The power’s gone—now live their dream

The bloody hell of other countries 

And all the bombing of the poor

All your resources gone elsewhere 

Now they come to take some more

The ravaged land from your own weapons

Handed down from hidden doors

Oh, to die for love and glory

Instead of internecine wars

Revenge of the Serpent People

 "Ye shall know them by their fruits."--Matthew 7:16

As I watch the American Empire hurtling towards full-blown collapse, I can't help but think about Ancient Rome and the crucifixion of Christ.  

The Romans may have had the numbers, but the Jews had the power.  The Jewish leaders had Jesus killed and used the indoctrinated mob and Roman soldiers to do their dirty work. 

Sound familiar?  America is not the first empire that these perennial parasites have destroyed, but it may very well be the last.  

At its core is their clandestine ways of taking over the money supply and robbing the people blind.  

In the old days, the goldsmiths would start out by having a depository for gold.  In exchange for their gold storage, the customers were given bank notes redeemable in gold.  

And the goldsmiths were patient.  After awhile, customers continued to deposit gold but very few came back to reclaim it from these Jewish-controlled banks.   The bank notes that their customers used to conduct business was much lighter and easier to carry. 

Of course, during this time, the goldsmiths were gradually taking out the gold and putting it into their own personal coffers. 

Given enough time, there ends up being a whole bunch of paper circulating with very little gold left to cover it.  

In a nutshell, I would say that is why this particular group has been run out of over a hundred different countries a thousand different times.  

Generally speaking, if the people in the country see through the ruse in time, they can save themselves by hanging the worst traitors at the top and kicking the rest out of the country.  

But Satan is a seducer and a deceiver, and none can play to these weaknesses better than his most faithful servants.  When these Serpent People are allowed to fully envelop their host, they will squeeze the life out of it in a thousand different ways.  

Because of their twisted religious beliefs of Zionism imparted to their brainwashed goyim victims and where being "chosen" means embracing and justifying the behavior of demons, we are probably going to see every aspect of this horrific death-spiral of empire.

The "love of money" has always been a destructive force for humanity.  Not only is it needed to survive (especially for those without survival skills), it also buys shiny things, status and power.

But this mentality creates blind-spots that blurs the lines of credibility.  This is why we have a software manufacturer running an experimental vaccine program and a draft-evading president come across as a great warrior.  

Money buys perception.  Money buys the three-pose monkeys.  Money buys committing atrocities for anything under the sun and money buys off a guilty conscience.  

Money gaslights its patients, kills children with everything from bombs to medical treatment and justifies it on the news by selling it back to us as the common good.  

Money murders the unborn and injects their tissue into other children.  

Money supports all sides of the war and steals the resources of the loser while further indebting the winner.  

One major advantage that America had after WWII was that its mainland had not been bombed, destroying lives and infrastructures.  

Now, America is getting regional weather warfare bombs while simultaneously being overwhelmed with illegal invaders, not to mention being drawn into WWIII with Iran as well as our troops being given a "license to kill" their own civilians.  

And it's all being run by the same Khazarian Mafia at the top.  And they already own whomever president we are going to get.

Next, we will see if they can get us to kill each other over the results.  

 

Robot Nation

 

When lies are lived from the beginning 

Truth will come out at the end

To destroy the lives of millions

First, you make them think you’re friends

Give the world, “safe and effective”

Colluding with your enemies 

How many killed by Trump and Fauci

And still are waiting to be free

Sabotage the Russian pipeline

Leave European homes to freeze

The Saudis sell off worthless paper

As they seek new currency 

The Bible Belt is being flooded

By the Pentagon’s next scheme

No one left alive to thank them

As FEMA flunkies flee the scene

Keep on shipping in starvation 

Getting more new mouths to feed

Lithium to fuel a nation

While crops above go out to sea

When all you do is follow orders

No matter what your group should be

They will do for you one better

And they’re mostly maintenance-free

Robot nation slowly growing

Here to replace both you and me

Worldly elements build weapons

What other good can nature be

Wash away your consternation 

Wash away your hopes and dreams

In a world filled with deception 

Life is seldom what it seems

Pecking Order Peasants

 

All the ghouls are out in force

But they don’t linger very long

They always change the subject

‘Tis the season for football

The Devil wants to bomb Iran

To start World War III out right

And while playing the World Series

Their next pandemic is in sight

Bronny’s bricks on live TV

Have made it all a mockery

Caitlin sadly had to go

To get away from this freak show

Back to where it all began

Pecking order changing hands

Just leave those crackers to the war

And segregate them from the poor

Fight from cradle

Fight to grave

Who gets to be 

Their next house slaves

In Gollum’s Name

 

DEI-certified landing gear

Hep. B vaccine for newborn queers

What self-amplifying shedding brings

You’ve gone with Gollum’s favorite things

Precious are those nano-fats

That hide disease under their hats

Three short bursts of ELF

And eyes are bleeding out of heads

Zombies come on Devil’s Day

Which ones are real and which are staged

After it’s been laid to rest

Costumed crusaders know what’s best

If we take a tragic Right

Fires may burn throughout the night

If the pit opens on the Left

Then shots and shutdowns get refreshed

The only thing we know for sure 

That foreign agents bring us war

Ring of power, ring of fame

Go play your part in Gollum’s name

Gangland Mass Migration

 

Sitting in a dilapidated trailer

With my presidential campaign sign

My landlord took it from the yard

And replaced it with his mind

The battle states are heating up

They run from floods and fires

Deception makes more problems come

For the new Israeli hires

Popular vote only counts

When pertaining to a State

With presidents already chosen

By their populated space

Small towns always pay the price

For the cities that surround 

But if Trump wins the next election 

They may all be burning down

Escape from blue state cities

For they’ll soon be bleeding red

When there’s no electricity 

By EV bonfires you’ll be led

Into giant stadiums

And maybe big box stores

If you recall Katrina

There’s some things you can’t ignore

You’re being herded to corrals

Like the Palestinians you shell

Make sure your search for shelter

Won’t become their roach motel

If you stay inside the cities

And you find you’re still alive

Join the Gangland Mass Migration 

And take the small towns by surprise 

Baby Face

 

If you want to see a show that will educate you in the ways of America's current form of capitalism, politics and religion, I highly suggest watching the 6-part series on Netflix called, "Mr. McMahon."

The Vince McMahan, Jr. character encapsulates the mind of the predatory businessman, but his biggest capital is peddling human flesh.

Brought into a world of violence and child abuse, Vince Junior took over the professional wrestling business from his dad.  He proceeded to turn it into a powerhouse of the genre and eventually bought out the competition.

Vince started the pay-per-view presentations and his "Attitude era" in wrestling (1997-2002) ushered in a new mentality for his life-size characters--and a boatload of money!

To understand this era, Vince started it with a phrase uttered in front of an audience toward the wrestlers in the ring that surrounded him.  What he wanted from them was RUTHLESS AGGRESSION!

Interestingly enough, many of his wrestling characters took Vince's advice home with them.  This time was filled with the horror stories of wrestlers dying in various ways and none of them good.

Drug abuse ran rampant among the performers and "roid rage" contributed to many acts of violence both on and off camera.

It's an educational experience to see how these different wrestling characters developed their personas in front of the audience.  John Cena was going nowhere until he took on the "rapper" persona.  Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson never got over with the audience until after he became a heel (bad guy).

"Getting over" is about receiving a huge emotional response from the audience for portraying your character, whether you be loved as a "Baby Face" (good guy) or hated as a heel.  When this happens, Mr. McMahan rubs his fingers together knowing popularity means money.

He really does see them as his characters.  Any wrestlers that defected to the competition (before Vince bought them out) were not allowed to use his or her character's persona (gimmick).  

For Vince's greatest talent was to create storylines for his characters that mimicked modern day times.  And he often brought his own family members into it.  Here are a couple of examples:

Vince's wife has been in an accident and she's now in a wheelchair.  She doesn't speak and only looks straight ahead.  So Vince decides to cheat in front of her with one of his Divas.  

Another storyline of Vince's had to do with the Sargeant Slaughter character.  Sgt. Slaughter was the stereotypical lantern-jaw Drill Sargeant.  The patriotic fans loved him, especially when he was beating up other characters from enemy countries like Iran.  

But then McMahon gave the story a twist.  He had Sgt. Slaughter convert to Islam.  His fans responded in a way that the wrestling world calls "getting too much heat."  

He was getting death threats from the same fans that once loved him.  After the Gulf wars started heating up, the Sargeant Slaughter character just faded away.  

"Kill Pence, Kill Pence, Kill Pence!"  

Get the idea?  If you weren't a character that elicited a response, you were discarded.

They even decided to bring religion into it with a character named Steve Austin.  He mocked John 3:16 with Austin 3:16--"I just whipped your ass."  Probably not a good idea in the scheme of things although the crowd loved it. It was another line they crossed.

Now it appears that life imitates artifice as Mr. McMahon is struggling to regain control of his make-believe empire amongst several charges of sexual harassment and hush money allegations filed against him by his previous performers.  

But back on the first episode of the show, there is a video of a young Donald Trump standing on the front row applauding the bloody face of Hulk Hogan in the ring.  Years later, the wounded Trump with his miracle ear once again applauds Hogan at the podium of the Republican National Convention for putting him over to the audience.  The circle is complete.

Back in so-called reality, I don't know exactly who writes the storylines for the multiple ways they continue to dupe the non-player characters in the global audience to kill each other.  But whoever writes these narratives makes Vince McMahon, Jr. look like a Baby Face.  

  

Crosstown Trafficked

 

Mickey Mouse is contracting out

Everything’s gone bad in-house 

The sideshow on the grounds above

No longer hides what evil does

Open borders keeps stock high

They’re snatched away to live or die

Their handlers on the other side

Then board the planes for their free ride

What P. Diddy still hides from you

Is that his mentor was a Jew

But this you won’t hear on the news

Epstein and Weinstein look confused

Pedophile and pride flag pope

The yoke is placed upon the Woke

The real agenda’s now in sight

Now bend a knee and live your plight

Crosstown trafficked coming through 

So hold your children close to you

You never know what waits for them

 By costumes propping up dead men

 

A Sporting Chance

 

Keep Caitlin playing in the Midwest

Hatchet trannies join her team

No more cheap shots at the basket

Without going UFC

Turning into reverse racists

Send her to the NBA

Have her shoot them from the logo

Let her replace Bronny James

Drowning in its favoritism 

Entertainment turned obscene

When did those that sign the paychecks 

Not make decisions for the team

Once the vices became legal

And there’s betting on the games

Flying flags can change the angles

Magnetic balls make goalposts clang

Baseball died from drug enhancement

Home run hitters on the scene

A bodybuilder’s satisfaction 

When you’re pushing steroid kings

So find a new game on the channel

While the circus is in town

They want for us our minds entangled 

While they bring the curtain down

Paradise Lost

 

The hurricane that was approaching

Has now gone out to sea

Those big ionospheric heaters

Keep it away from our country

The desert has turned lush

Due to seeding clouds for rain

It doesn’t need that much

Just a bit every day

The lake next to the mountain 

Sure was running quite low

But manufactured snowpacks 

Opens up river flows

The forest fire was fast approaching 

But the storm knocked it down

And now the sky is sunny

As the cleanup gains ground

The borders are wide open

But no one really cares

We’re not having any problems

With paradise everywhere

All the people on the planet

That they use for the cull

They could use their techno-logic

To make the world habitable 

But they would rather kill us

Just to show us who’s boss

And now we follow Milton

Into paradise lost

Stolen Valor

 

Sell your silver to pay taxes

Take the booster for your job

Gaslight all your dying patients 

Make us scared to touch door knobs

Beat us down with floods and fires

Earthquakes and tornadoes too

Minimize your carbon footprint

Always are we passing through

Helicopters are not helping

Flying low creates debris

Long guns needed to bring cover

Supplies and food flood victims need

Tired of playing role of victim 

Tired of brain-dead presidents 

Tired of Khazar Jew bootlickers

Tired of this whole government 

People need to come together 

Stolen valor recognized

No medals for these fucking traitors

You’ll deal with lead before we die

Running with the Palestinians

 

Have you figured it out yet, America?  You are currently under direct attack by your own government.  Obviously, we have reached the "shock and awe" portion of the program. 

While America weeps over the carnage of the Southeast, the next weather bomb is headed in its direction from the Gulf.  

But that's no reason for other areas to feel safe.  Acapulco has become a weather bomb mecca for the Khazarian mafia.  The behavior of both Otis and John were uncharacteristic from other hurricanes with little to no early warnings that they were even approaching.

Once this gets bad enough, really nasty diseases are going to be cropping up due to lack of sanitation and hygiene.  I'm sure they'll come up with a vaccine that will be helpful.

Each manufactured calamity justifies military intervention and all that accompanies it.  But don't bring your own people any help until the masses have died or are too tired to fight back. 

Of course, they're making the politicians on the Right look like they're doing something after the body count has already piled up.  After all, it's an election year. 

We are all susceptible to their evil schemes.  What good are all your preps when they are floating down the river with your house?

Get ready for misery that will be suffered by the entire country after the (s)election results.  

And then get ready for misery suffered by the entire world after dollar collapse.  Unless climate destruction or nuclear Armageddon beats it to the punch.  

The Protocols, Part 2

 

Your O2 sats are running low

We’ll bring them up to speed

Some supplemental oxygen 

Is probably all you need

The morning brings us better news

Your respirations have improved

Once we see consistency 

Then you’ll be discharged soon

I know I told you to go home

But now you better stay

You’re running high creatinine

We’ll push Remdesivir today

After studying your KUB

It still looks quite the same

But your COVID test was positive 

And your breath is sounding strained

So we’ll put you on a vent

A way to help you breathe

Soon you’ll be back on your feet

Just give yourself to the machine

Your renal tests are off the charts

And you’re struggling on your own

We’ll get those lungs and kidneys fixed

And then we’ll send you home

————————————-

Please notify her next of kin

Of everything we tried

Sometimes the protocols will work

Sometimes the patient dies

The Protocols

 

Rewarded for compliance

Punished for authenticity 

The muck and mire at the top

Destroys entire countries

We’re sorry to inform you

That you can’t bring food/supplies

The protocols they sold us

We don’t care who lives or dies

We can’t have you helping others

But we’re out of FEMA funds

Our budget for post-hurricane

Was spent on bombs and guns

We know there’s people drowning

And dying from bad drink

But we’ve been trained for killing

It’s our trick to take your treats

All the good has been forsaken

For not rolling up its sleeve

Of what’s left they serve the protocols

Enough to make a nation grieve

Go it Alone

 

You censor the people

That tell you the truth

You say it’s a lie

But you can’t provide proof

Your parents are passing

Have them lie on their backs

To die in their sleep

Saves them from ground attacks

The wars they have sold you

Have brought you the same

They never did tell you 

Death is the vaccine

Your borders are open

Just like your own brain

You took in the poison

Now tears fall like rain

Nuclear war

Or the walking diseased

No good way to die

If you know what I mean

The matrix imploding

Both inside and out

But very few know 

What I’m talking about

The fight’s for your body 

As well as your soul

Don’t leave them unguarded 

You’re meant to be whole

If you find a good leader

Then please let me know

A stage full of clowns

Makes me go it alone

Robot Replacement

 

Portal strike

Fight the machines

Taft-Hartley Act

Uniforms intervene

Or pay their demands

And let the ships come

So they can replace

The empty war drums

But what good is a pay raise

When the dollar’s worth less

Not the same sort of charges

That robots find best

There’s nothing to feed

Nothing to tax

No need to sell

No Union hijacks

No furnished rooms

No bathrooms at all

Not even kitchens, basements or halls

Just find a big warehouse 

Or go closet size

Depends on the number

That you want to thrive

While they get all the humans

To fight over bugs

To refuel a robot

You just need a plug