On a throne in Rome is where satan is seated; eating the flesh of man; like a pagan Caesar being fed grapes. He sits, awaiting man, to kneel before him: kissing the ring.

Drinking the blood of man, by his royal cup; that which he never touches with his own fingers. King of all kings, lord of all lords; pope, pontiff patriarch and arch-bishop of all Christendom -- rejects you Rome.
From the schism to the Reformation, yet the prey are tempted as you ****** a bogus return. To/from an institution steeped in crises; openly admitting its satanic infiltration. Men adorn you with biblical claims of negative revelation. As if your satanic throne was of divine establishment. Claiming a unity that never was. Your foes thinking 'denominations' are a division of Christ's Church. While you knowing that 'a house divided cannot stand'.

Awaken your souls hiding among the farther Eastern 'Church', or those farther West. Separated brethren --or-- imitation Christian may your throne be carried on your shoulders by those observing your divine monarchy. Hail Popery! As you in self-pity's pedestal sight Peter. While the post-Protestant ecclesial coward prey sight Judas.

© S. Wesley Mcgranor

At The Mall:
__

A lot of push pull
mixed messages...
I love it says Carrie.
(The Jewish neurotic head).


In The Synagogue:
____

Excited about D.N.A.
Developing plans to draft Goyim.


Charlotte's Predicament:
_____

Gave up Christ for you,
now living of the flesh.
Just what New York needs--another single Jewish girl.
Christ no longer the comforter, she wants the god of fertility to bless her
and her house: Mary the mother of child rearing bless the womb and its fruit. He's not all that perhaps she'll come back...


At The Breakfast Table:
_____

She states she is no fair weather Jew,
as Bette Midler-esque (Carrie) plastic surgery head listens.
This new found religion she's not giving it up.


The Walk:
__

Welfare martini,
religious mourning,
and Freudian synopsis.


Peter ******* Interruption:
______

Quit job, hoping for a breakthrough;
perhaps questioning Goyim's worth.


Bed Time:
_

Money issues.


At The Bar:
__

At a loss despite her Jewish brilliance; and
Freudian synopsis.


At Theater:
___

Male ****-****** companion and Charlotte's progressivism.  

© S. Wesley Mcgranor

I am a pirate.

An ego without
adequate moral precepts
representing no culture
since being deemed socially unacceptable.

Pledging no Country:
sovereign remains of a Country that was.

I am a goy,
living without legal ordinance.

With nowhere to go-
-hoping there is a place...

Coming for you, in hopes to follow your shadow.

To pillage, ransack and ****** your daughters,
as she knows no other way --
or sisters --
slightly more independent.

I have no allegiance;
just my creed of plunder.

Tis my birthright.

© S. Wesley Mcgranor

Here oh postmodern nihilist
the grave awaits
your death
wish:

Life
      a
         struggle

escape it

death
          so tempting

grasp it

             and take its era with you:

Keep it
            away from our church's

                                                     our schools

                                                        ­                 our civics
                                                          ­                          
                                                                ­                          and further culture.

Lo, the children
black as the hell they die in...

Its inordinately subjective unconsciousness;
confused emotionally with its ineptitude of reason.

Blaming its former God,
for their own doing.

Wanting to save that world upon themselves left behind from such a rejection.

Lest they live in a Christ so unjust.
As to not know all men equally,
but to judge them--in their distinction.

Creation
your natural law
emphasizes that which we do not want to come to terms with.
If only we could make us all inter-dependent biological beings of mechanization.

Chain me to genetic determinism and biochemical reactions foremost -- lest my soul affirms inequality:

                                                    ­                              Liberty exulted
                                                         ­                         by the risen Lord:
Supremacy/Autonomy

© S. Wesley Mcgranor

Give me back my sheets!
You have stained them...
With your neo-******.
White pride world wide?
You are no nativist.
Sure Whites are now eight percent of the population,
but is race culture?
Catholic under those stained sheets?
Your diocese's came and made that road to Rome.
Albeit subversion of Americanism mutually.
And as communism did exactly what we knew,
by way of the Black Church and the Synagogue.
Have manifested Jewish rites in governance.
Made non-miscegenation taboo for Whites systematically.
Compromised national sovereignty for a global order.
All the while feminists have made the womb an ego for Moloch.
You say the Ku Klux **** is unacceptable?
They are nil.
Yet you romanticize the mafia.
Thank you mafia for upholding the unions, gambling and *******.
Give me back my sheets!

© S. Wesley Mcgranor

One
        world
one
          god
one
       people
?
Karl Marx chief rabbi represent!

© S. Wesley Mcgranor

... a.k.a. ***** On Neck

Smiling forth,
she plays pleasant
in her neurosis.
Biting her nails,
she invokes
the interlude.
While she was mistaken
for a ***** head,
may have been the blush;
luckily fear is no longer consent.

© S. Wesley Mcgranor