The reason I
want to take this time, to reason it out in my head, to give my
onion opinion on the ‘Terms of
Existence’ today, is not because I am
bored with life, not exactly, but there is
a new enthusiasm, morbid
passion, zest to be reckoned with, in today’s world.
The
Islamic terrorists: those women, children, the old and young men, the
unserious, brainwashed, those who endeavor
to carve out the lion’s
share of the world for Satan’s quest, so he can plunge it into
oblivion!
This
and this alone is the reason for this prose poem, for their awareness!
I
know Satan has long been dissatisfied with Christian Nations, also with
The
Jews; you could pick I suppose any group, he’ll use them to get to God
somehow, and he has at this moment
chosen the Islamic personae!
Yes,
to get to God he will even disguise himself in the persona of Gabriel
the Archangel, or Allah, or for that
matter, bend the Koran, to his will with little ferocious devotional secrets,
never written down, planted in
brains inside the heads of those, so easily
led, the willing!
Those
who are enchanted or oppressed, seldom if ever devoted to God!
But
rather to him!
God
don’t need friends, nor does he need anyone saying: we kill in the
name of God! (that’s called blasphemy)
This
is why it is perilously important for me to write ‘Terms of Existence’
Nothing
in them—will stop Satan, matter-of-fact, Old Nick, has simply just
puffed himself up, inside of these
discolored souls, reflecting through
their large gray eyes, waiting for: a blood-splash
revenge;
Alas,
such men do Satan’s handiwork for him, willingly or unwillingly;
Perhaps
thinking it is God’s will, but be not fooled, it is Satan’s!
You
see Satan uses man to get to God.
Why
else do you think he does, what he does, what he has those Islamic
fanatics do…
You
see, nothing matters to him, not even decapitations, and who else
would ever think of such unthinkable and
abysmally things? He says:
“Find
stupid men and stupid women, in the west, east; white, black, brown,
who approach in any slight degree to our
way of thinking, our credo,
“To
exterminate the world of the locust, —man!”
Satan
does not discriminate, and neither does the rising tides of ISIS, or
the Khorasan, the old PLO, the new Hamas,
or Qaeda operatives, and
alike.
Vouchsafed
with a snarl and of ominous expectancy, the gun and the
sword, killing ordinary people like cows, pigs and chickens:
Thus,
to endure this, these are the terms of existence!
None
of these Islamic soldiers are worth their salt, in that they have given
up their souls for money, or pride, or
Satan’s big lie; and so willing to
give
up their lives, what can be made of all this?
What
is it all for?
Surely
not for the Glory of God! God does not
need to prance around
heaven yelling “Look what I got,
headhunters!”
Does
God need help? Or Satan? (Figure it
out, it should be simple!)
Did
their soul die ages ago?
Perhaps
not, my best guess, Satan has been nourishing, and nurturing
them awhile, if not caretaking: feeding them
like a herd of goats:
better yet, worms who love to eat dirt;
You
know after a while one begin to like it:
If
indeed one is force-fed a daily and nightly diet of lies, or anything, you
can dehumanize the breath
of
God inside of most men, and inside
yourself, and kill them at will, like
chickens.
What
will they wake up to once dead? Surely not paradise!
Where
everything is hunky-dory and nice!
I
would gather such men would end up in a world suited for them, their
kind
… like to like, like in Tartarus, the lower
level of hell;
Should
they walk into paradise, what would they do, say? Have to say?
What
would they do: shoot everyone, cut off their soul heads?
I’m
serious, who would want them around?
A
drunk wants a drunk around, not a sober mate; no different than a
demon wanting similar company…
And
God doesn’t provide, or allow whores in heaven.
Matter
of fact, how earnestly could they walk up to God and say:
“I
cut a few heads off for you today, and lost my life in doing so!
“Where
is my just reward?”
God
forbid, had I done such a thing, if I was allowed to sneak into Paradise, I’d
hide behind a rock, or a tree, anything that would cover me,
And
not for a day or week, but forevermore; so you might as well just say, “Get me
out of here, I don’t belong here…”
And
I think God would most likely agree, by saying:
“Right,
you’re in the wrong place,” zip! You’re on your way to Hades!
You
see, like to like, same to same, kind to kind: you get what you deserve,
it’s just a matter of time:
And
if you don’t get justice here on earth, God has plan ‘B’
....
No Kidding, plan ‘B’ being lost in some dark eternity, and perhaps fiery,
eternity !
Does
one really think God needs their help? I know I keep bringing this up,
but it baffles me from my occipital lobe
to my big toe!
This
is Satan’s trick, he has his horde of invisible soldiers, a hundred
million of them: whispering into those Islamic ears that will,
willingly
listen:
“Tell
your followers to come and fight the good war, for God is calling…!”
How
sick is sick? The trick is this: Satan needs followers, and friends.
On
the other hand,
How
hideous that sounds, to assume, God needs grasshoppers, beetles
and crickets, to fight man’s clashes; which
are not even His!
And
every soldier thinks God is for their cause: how wrong is wrong?
Although
I would think, Satan would be more than willing to fight on their
behalf, battles for eternal damned soul!...
So
you see, it could be, quite the other way around.
If
this was true, if this way of thinking was really accurate, that God needs
man to fight his battles, our battles, then
we have a weak God, not one
who has created all—
In
particular, the universe, the earth, and so on, and on, endlessly on:
And
thus, we do not have an all-powerful God, who is omnipotent!
And
whoever thinks like this, has made Satan more powerful, perhaps even
God’s equal, and in doing so, sold their
soul.
Man
is but the size of a grasshopper to God, with a grasshopper brain, but
he loves that grasshopper all the same; and
life is the gift he has given
to man to claim!
And
not to take at will, away from another by anybody, lest he suffer.
So
here I am, trying to be unmistakable impeccable, about the cruelest
gash, man has yet seen, in the 21st
Century, without offending!
But
that cannot be done, sorry if this is not to your liking, as I pointed out
in the beginning, you need ‘open eyes,
and minds!’
Yes,
the old Master trickster, has duped this Islamic breed, into deep war
Fooled
one to the other, in doing everything—thus, he found the touchy
Islamic Arab, and they are doing it for
him.
And
don’t for God’s sake, invent that Islam needs to fight the whole rats’
nest,
to cleanse the world of evil, but being
more evil, and you know
it!
When
in Tartarus, you will say: “I died for that!” And you will groan.
And
you will be one of the man to enter the rotting resurrection, to be
fuelled with sulfur and fire.
And
in the meantime, you will crawl on the floor and haul yourself:
contaminated, wrung and bled, from one
crevice in the earth’s stomach, to
another: by the dead-dead!
Satan’s
collaborators.
You
will swing into the jaws of the trip, quiet and fooled, and there is no
mutiny in the underworld: but there is an echelon of rank: and you are
the private!
We are not
addressing theologies, or religions, per se, although it may be
in the backyard somewhere, I am talking
about those thick-boned,
malformed, broken-knuckled soldiers of
Satan—
Who
have caused a ripple effect, in human behavior, with: less and less
sincerity, compassion, and mercy within
the global theater of
humanity…
Who
happens to be—in this poem anyhow—Islamic by self-byline!
Anyhow!
Satan
sits pacing to and fro, above the clouds, above their heads,
like a wildcat,
With
his imps: while men do his deadly, monstrous fearful repulsiveness,
never lifting a finger…
I
have learned with a smile, Satan can easily ambush, and easily leave
those whom are behind doing his dirty
work,
Leave
them behind, without a clap of an eye; leave them behind those
deadly lines, letting them believe,
inside their heads, it is for God, as if
they’re doing God’s work, His bidding! (they
wish!)
How
arrogant that is.
Satan
doesn’t have the time, he used to have, and that is why he is
knocking on the Islamic doors, like
crazy, one after the other!
Time
is short.
In
a simile: it is the bull and the calf: and the bull has told the calf, there is
nothing shameless here, terror is very
beautiful.
“How
about the dignity of man?” The world is
yelling because of the dirty
wars…?
Like
Lucifer, so stands the Islamic new breed: hands fiddled and clinched,
Morose
men: who have traded Christ’s love for door of fury!
Thus,
they give the death-notice, with their frozen hearts.
They
have found Lucifer’s great rat-trap, and like a lump of meat, he has
swallowed them, one by one…
I am not
comparing, devil to devil, and country to country, I haven’t the
space nor time, in this prose poem to do
so,
I
am just with the new breed—
The
21st Century’s Islamic pathologic, neurosis, psychotic terrorists!
They
all come out of the same mold, just their mental status is a tinge
complicated!
Who
are they kidding!
And
here they are thinking they are being blessed for their faithfulness,
their ruthlessness!
To
me that sounds more like they have Satan’s address!
You
know, and if you don’t know, I’ll tell you:
Satan
laughs silently, with just his eyes: cold-bloody eyes, without sound; He Laughs
a mirthless laughter… as
He
sees his insects doing his bidding, and says:
“See God, I will have the last laugh!”
And
yes, Satan has made his etching in stone to these Islamic warriors, it
reads:
“Let
there be war around the world, that is the price, the terms
of existence for the times; let them see
the sweeping of hell, on earth!
“That
is why I need them.
“Even
make them querulous among themselves, all the better.
“Make
them turn on their own kind: make them wear sad and lifeless faces,
to have no vim in them.
“Make
each step an effort of death, drag them, raise them, and pull them
out of coffins if need be, they are no
more than my spiders at work for
me!
“Have
them fill up the pushcarts with heads, like I had Mohammad
do back in those awful battles, I now
call: ‘Mecca’s cry, in the year “of sorrows’, when he took 10,000-soldiers
strong and conquered and “butchered them like hogs, tore open their bellies
like beasts, their heads
severed, rolled off down the streets: my
philosophy today is the same
‘kill, and kill,’ as if in a death
march.”
This
is how he thinks, I know, he has sent a few of his henchmen,
knocking at my doors, windows, bedroom…
for the past umpteen
years!
You
see, it only makes sense: God did not make man to fight man, that
would make him, eviler than Satan; and
God is not the author of evil.
But
it is only the way Satan can get revenge for his own sins; thus he
torments, the willing!
I
say the willing, or perhaps I could say the eager beaver, or the ready and
prepared, for the most part it is the
disposable.
His
orders:
“Find
the spiritless, the shambling shells of men, those windless
men; the: lunatics and idiots, the drunks,
and degenerate, take them “from all nations, create a nightmare spawn, create a
human caricatures of
men; have them believe in our cause, so
I can tell God,
‘Hail
and farewell, to man’ …”
Thus,
in his doings, he makes Nero, look like a pussycat!
No: 4559 (9-22 thru 24-2014)
