One single cry ... from out of the smoke and the burning debris
Somewhere there is life ... a survivor ... a single voice of witness
There in the tangled wreckage which had been a labyrinth of life moments before
... before the descending phantasm of death, the blinding flash and the deafening roar
Before the senseless, faceless spectre behind human authority declared ... more
One more show of its cruelty ... one more ‘live’ display of its sickened mind
More innocents to perish in the pursuit of its ultimate goal ... total dominion
For by ruling all ... through fear and through butchery ... it guarantees survival
Survival in a realm which is not its own ... a world merely a battery, a power pack
.... a generator of energy for its shadow world ... and the energy produced, is fear ...
One single cry ... a young child, an orphan to the world ... an innocent soul
A wondrous, smiling, angelic soul ... doomed now to a life with awesome scars
Reminded each and every day ... the time when his entire family were lost
and for why ... for the psychologically sickened ‘leaders’ of the world to keep in power
... to ensure they permit their allegiance with hell to perpetuate ... so they can remain
Whilst that child ... that miscalculation of their deadly plan ... can live on, maimed ...
Questioning the reasons why ... screaming in the night ... terrors in the dark
Pleading with his god for the answers that will never come ... learning resentment
.... for those senseless, faceless, spectres who govern ‘the land of the free’ ...years later,
Learning the truth ... as a sorrow filled, angry man ... battling with the government,
Through a judicial system geared cruelly for those demons to win, to always win ...
Another soul to cull ... by those demonic faces, to permit their pact to continue
For that one innocent boy, was never meant to survive ... was never meant to speak out
So ... one fateful day ... a groom, surrounded by his new adopted family ... smiling,
His face filled with light for the very first time ... watches mesmerised .... a white van,
Approaches from out of the sun, two hooded men armed with automatic rifles,
Taking aim ... spraying bullets into the crowd around him ... maiming and killing,
More innocents dying ... the groom, downed in a shower of bullets
Falls to the ground ... dying amid a sea of his own blood ... finds peace,
Finally united with the family he lost all those years before,
Closes his eyes for one last time ....
The spectre looking on from the other side of the world,
The eyes of the technology in the depths of space,
Pin-points the dying ... the face of the young boy,
Knowing finally, almost certainly with the death of that innocent soul,
the ‘secret agenda’ behind the massacre can die at last too...
The spectre emotionless, conscience-less, no longer human,
Patches a call through to others who are the same,
A broad smile breaking out across his earthly face
Agrees without hesitation ... another ‘stage’ must be prepared
More innocents to die ... in order to permit their agenda to move further
The intention ... etched in the reptilian part of the brain ...
The spectre gazing across at the hanging calendar, an alien mind deciphering human
and agrees ... on the next special date ... another blood ritual ...
More deaths to rock the fearful, god fearing human sheep still further ...
A little more fear to revel in ... more energy to keep the allegiance with hell successful ..
