it was tragic day in glenelg adelaide when the beaumont children were killed

and i can say, when greame thorne was thrown to the sharks and killed

he was reincarnated as grant beaumont, the youngest of the beaumont children

who was a bright little kid, who loved to catch the bus with his two  eldest sisters

and glenelg was the place they went, and they loved the beach there, for it was

very nice to swim in, but on australia day 1966, they disappeared and were killed

and they were seen no more, and despite me saying, grant beaumont was reincarnated

into the body of myself, brian allan and since that day, i have thoughts of those kidnappings

from greame thorne and grant beaumont, and brian allan was locked  in a broom closet by two

stupid bullies and i hear voices of people condoning bullying and i hear voices i might kidnap

brian in a minute, why am i grant beaumont and greame thorne, because in 2004 i was psychotic

saying 60s music has satanical messages, which were these two tragic days in 1960 and 1966

i remember when we were taken, but my mind was a blur, when we were murdered, you see

i was suffering when grants feet were ******* in this man’s shed but it was hard for me to get out

you see brian allan used to tie himself up around canberra worrying people around canberra

and started to tie himself up again after going to adelaide for the second time in 2012 and

and a year after, i was sent to the psychotic episodes and i had voices of greame thorne being thrown

to the sharks and i entered glenelg beach which was the woden psych ward, and that was a vision

of grant beaumont entering the world and in 1966, he disappeared and was killed, and the soul of

cronus became scared of the world, yeah, i was scared that everyone was going to tease me and kidnap me

i know these kids are dead and yes, i want the world to remember them, but as far as the soul goes

greame thorne and grant beaumont is now brian allan and brian allan is suffering since these kidnappings

forcing the former life of albert waldron who was a famous footy star, but because the soul needed to understand

the criminal sides, but brian allan hates the idea of being a bad guy, he prefers to be a good guy

but i hear voices from australia of strange people looking tough and evil, the sixties  was a tough year for

the soul of cronus

Sometime ago, years as it would seem
I saw the devil in my room
He was sitting there in the corner watching me
And I didn’t know why

He sat with pus-filled eyes and patchy skin
He sat naked holding a can of black spray paint
I was nine
It felt like it could have happened yesterday
But it was some time ago, years as it would seem
Since the devil visited me and it wasn’t a dream


He didn’t talk to me; he remained still and quiet
I was afraid but then I wasn’t
I went to bed and he tucked me in
And I didn’t know why

He placed his fingers to my lips, gesturing to be silent
I obeyed and watched as he walked to my door quietly
It was 9pm
But it felt much later in the night
When the Devil paid me a visit in my home
Killing my family and leaving to roam.


Before he left he showed me my mother, on the ground
My father in the bath
My sisters, in pieces in the sink
And told me to embrace the moment

“You never knew it, but these people didn’t love you”
He told me soothingly, “They wanted to hurt you”
It was December 9th
But it felt like October, as he sprayed the number on the walls
“Are you the devil I asked?” Tears ran down my eyes.
“Yes.” He said, “I’m your liberator.” He advised.


I never saw the Devil like that again.
I left my house and told the neighbors.
And the police came and took me away
I never said goodbye to those who raised me

I was raised by an uncle until I was eighteen
Then I left to become more than what I was
I had always wondered if I would see the Devil again
I was 19
When I vowed to find him, the liberator and murderer
I would take him back to hell and back even further


Years later, now in adulthood
I long to search for the Devil again
The same devil who paid me a visit when I was a boy
The same that liberated me through false hope

Years under training, through police cadet then detective
I stumbled through the underground of vigilance
The underbelly of corruption and deception
It was 2009
I had seen the darker side of people: the slaughters, poisons and infant killers
The victims of **** and molestation, the beatings and thieving distillers


From one clue to the next I found
Families murdered, but with one member still alive
Whether a boy or a girl.
To lay witness to the acts willed by the one

A pattern was laid and I followed it accordingly
I was hot on the trail, chasing records in asylums
Convicted kidnappings, victims’ confessions
I was 29
A 911 called was patched, describing a man breaking into a house; it was him
I took the call and hurried to the address, to stop the lights from going dim.


I drove to the inner city, an unknown borough
And was surprised to find the address I received was to a closed down church
A Catholic cathedral, condemned and left to dust
But I saw lights inside and broke through the doors

The church was old and dark; cold without spark
The lights came from the Altar, where sacrifice was offered
It was 9pm
There I saw the Devil in the flesh, with a little child
And his appearance was the same as I remembered but more wild


He outspread his arms and welcomed me to his home.
All around him red candles were set ablaze
My heart sunk and drifted in fear
My skin sweated from the sweltering heat I revered

“Why have you done this!?” I yelled, “All this time?”
He smiled and wiped the yellow tears from his eyes
9 children
Walked out from the altar, carrying pitchers of unknown liquid.
I was silently subdued by what was unexpected and wicked


The door slammed shut behind me. The stone figures of angels moved
They crawled from the stone and moaned; touching themselves
They encircled me. They grabbed hold of me
“Why?” I cried, asking the devil who approached me.

“I liberated you from a life without truth.” He said
“I showed you the reality of God’s domain.” He told me. I was left weak
“Why nine?” I asked
I asked again. “Why nine children, the nine liberalizations and family deaths?”
“Because you were led astray” He said, “Was is it 9 or is a 6?” he whispered under his breath.


I looked down and indeed there were only six children.
Along with three demons.
Laughing and dancing as the church was consumed
In a blazing fire in the night of the devil.

The six children poured the pitchers down on the ground.
“You will bathe in the blood of their families and burn in this fire.” The devil said
9 minutes
I felt the the fire and the collective blood engulf my body whole
My skin burned and crisped. Everything burned including my soul


Once again I was released from a world of pain
Both accounts were not of my consent
And only one I agreed with
Save the moment I met the devil

It was many years ago when it all happened
My family butchered, the number nine sprayed on the wall
I was 9 years old
But then again maybe I was 6. And the Devil was me; a desire to ****
The demons were my guilt and I took my own life to stop the thrill

But it was some time ago, years as it would seem
Since the devil visited me and it wasn’t a dream

a melody of sameness
drains me of color
leaves me as an outlining
a charcoal line smudged on my sheets

and the tv is full volume, cause my neighbor is on full volume, cause his neighbor is on full volume

red faced people are yelling at each other
they are furious for so many reasons
and i don't feel a whole lot

it's monday, or tuesday, and so on - life humming in my ear
the red faced are cut off by breaking news, by massive destruction and devastation
human suffering
and i don't feel a whole lot

my neighbor bangs his fist on my wall, cause his neighbor is banging on his, and i don't know what day it is

there are bombs, rockets blaring through the night. many casualties they say. mostly women and children
i don't know the women, the children, i don't know my neighbor or my neighbors neighbor
the red faced are back on, gesturing and blaming
i don't feel a whole lot

i boil rice, cause i know how to do it, and children get their legs blown off, and women are decapitated
i'm just a crooked charcoal silhouette on my kitchen wall
cook for fifteen minutes over low flame until water has evaporated or rice is soft

**** and kidnappings and slow death. can someone tell me what day it is?

life is humming in my ear

THE FALSE ALARM, THERE WAS A PROBLEM, BUT UNEXPLAINED



YOU SEE, THERE WAS A PROBLEM, WITH THE SPACE STATION

YOU SEE THE TERROSISTS DID GET ABOARD THEIR SHIP

AND FORCE A SMALL PROBLEM, AND THEN TOOK ME AND PAUL HOSTAGE

NO THERE WAS A PROBLEM, AND YES, THE END OF THE WORLD COULD BE NEAR

BUT NOBODY CAN E4XPLAIN THIS, CAUSE IT IS PARANORMAL

NOTHIN MORE NOTHING LESS, PLUS THAT MENTALLY ILL MAN

WHO WAS KILLED FOR ILLEGAL CAMPING, ALSO YELLED THESE CURSE WORDS

YOU FUCKEN ****** ******* FUCKEN POLICE MEN

YOU SHOULD BE THE ONES UP HERE AND NOT ME

BUT YOU DON’T FUCKEN CARE FOR THE MENTALLY ILL, ONE LITTLE FUCKEN BIT

I WANT TO BRING MYSELF BACK AGAINST THE POWERS OF BUDDHA

AND **** THESE POLICEMEN, BUT THAT BREAKS THE RULES OF THE BUDDHA

AND THE TERRORISTS TOO BRIAN AND PAUL OFF TO THE SUN

TO STRAP THEM DOWN, TO NEVER LET THEM GO

PLUS THE TODLER KILLED BY THAT HOODLUM IN SYDNEY

SAYS THESE WORDS, AS HE IS MY UNCLE RAY

*******, WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TOO,

WE CAN’T KEEP DOING THIS, WE CAN’T KEEP DOING THIS

IT’S WRONG TO HASSLE THE LIVING, SO I WANT TO

BECOME A NEW LIFE CREATED BY CRONUS MY LAST ADULTS LIFE NEPHEW BRIAN

THE TERRORISTS ARE KEEPING BRIAN AND PAUL STRAPPED TO THE SUN

EARTH ARE SAFE FROM THESE TERRORISTS, BUT NOT IF YOUR CRONUS LIKE ME

UNCLE RAY JUMPED UP AND SAID, I WANNA BE FAMOUS, I WANT TO BE A FUTURE PRESIDENT

I WANT TO LOVE LIFE, AND LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST

I WANT TO SAVE MY NEPHEW BRIAN FROM THE TERRORISTS

TO EXPLAIN, THE WORLD IS HARD, TO GET WHAT YOU WANT

WITHOUT ANY KNOWN QUALIFICATIONS,

BUT I CAN GET QUALIFICATIONS FROM BEING IN MENTAL HEALTH SHOWS

AND ONE DAY BE A FAMOUS PERSON

BUT WHAT THE NEWS SAID, THE SPACE STATION WAS A FALSE ALARM

NOTHING WAS WRONG, WELL, NOTHING WAS WRONG THAT COULD BE EXPLAINED

FOR EARTHLIKE ACTIVITY THAT IS

NO IT WAS SOMETHING, BUT IT WAS UNEXPLAINED

BRIAN AND PAUL, FIND THEMSELVES STRAPPED TO THE SUN

TO GIVE INTERNET BRIAN ALLAN AND JACK VIDGEON A MUCH BETTER LIFE

AND FIND A WAY TO GET AWAY FROM THEIR UNEXPLAINED KIDNAPPINGS

These past few weeks
I have been ashamed to be white
The audacity of what's happening is sickening
Why are we still having these problems?
We turned away from slavery to show that we were all equal
Just to prove that we are far from it
We try to exclaim that America is the greatest country in the world
As we cover our problems behind media hype and breaking news full of lies and delusions
The fact that we can't swallow our pride shows that we have much work to do
Michael Brown and Trayvon Martin proving that we don't value a single life but our own
Even though each soul is valuable
Why do we have to use violence to try and show that we are against violence
Why do we talk about gun control but have our police officers pulling triggers on innocent victims
Why do we talk about "We the People" when it's really just the people with the right paychecks and complexion that have the voice and the power
Each hour more and more are being silenced just so we can look the part
We conform to fit this mold that we have imposed on ourselves
Forcing our morals and values to take a back seat on our power trip
I'm tired of turning on the TV to see news reports on tragedies
Killings and shootings
Kidnappings and hate crimes
People come to this country for the American dream
But this place is more like a nightmare
The rich living the dream
While everyone else fights for their own taste of the good life
When we have the resources to give everyone the good life
Love is becoming harder to find because we want power
We **** for power
Fight for power
Eat, sleep, and breathe power
Not knowing that the price of power
Is worth more than any life
When will we see that beneath our clothes and skin tones
We are all the same
When will we see what we are doing to our brothers and sisters
When will we bring peace that overturns the hold we have on our image
The hold it has on power
I pray for equality
I pray for the day we can walk the streets and not worry
I don't see why equality is so hard come by

Through my eyes everything seemed perfect
everything is luxurious
through my eyes i saw
the Waldorf Astoria
continental breakfasts,cruises,jets,limos
All i saw are  expensive watches,sun glasses
the best of everything
but what i couldn't see was
the famines in Africa
the wars in Syria and Afghanistan
the everyday killings,kidnappings,heists
I was surrounded by luxuries
blocking out all the evil
I was surrounded by an army of guards
I never realized
that they weren't paid to follow me,
they were there to protect me
but i never appreciated them
their bravery
and in a blink of an eye
I HAD LOST EVERYTHING
and suddenly
the people in Africa were eating
the wars ended
the killings,murders,heists were being controlled
and everything through my eyes were
mud houses,donkey carts,torn clothes
boiled potatoes and peas
and the rich people who enjoyed all the things i once had

Two kidnap victims next lives meet and both have different views


You see two kids were kidnapped and murdered days after
Both were very good kids, never put a foot wrong
It was their parents who were careless
Yes, careless they ****** were
You see they gave into so many temptations
Yes, they were ****** fools
So after one kid was murdered despite the ransom was then and there
The parents got into a silly fight with fists and boots and buckets of spew
The kidnapper didn't trust them and from then on
Went and murdered their kid
Which got the father angry, and hungry for some justice
In which they got and he was sentence to the death penalty
And the family can sort of rest
They still didn't get their son back
But the kidnapper was out of their hair
The next kid got mugged coming out of a pinball arcade
And locked in a shed in the bush
Rope was put around his legs, and arms, with duct tape on his mouth
The kidnapper demanded that the kid will be killed
If the family don't give of little they have
And they did, cause they were scared
But still their kid was killed, but this family wasn't so lucky
Because this man fled to the other side of the world with a phoney name
And still he hasn't been caught, but their kid was thrown in the river
And his corpse was lifted, but he ended up ok
Cause he met this other kid who died from being kidnapped
And they formed an unlikely bond
You see both kids made a pact that they will never be
Actual family people, and they will meet at the end of school life
To tell stories of their new lives
You see both kids were too shy to give in to every little trick
If someone came up to them, they will karate kick them out of town
And because of that, no bad person wanted to take then, no
And yes, they met at the end of school and made fun of the ******* ones
And they will protect each other anyway they want
Just to keep them safe, as well as if anyone came up to one
The other will karate chop their arm
Still the city folk didn't understand how these kids are friends
Because one kid was a real mans kid who loves to party
And the other is too shy to know whether they want to party or not
And from that day, this kid got teased, and it was in the way the teasing was protecting him, but the city folk wasn't really that easily fooled, this bloke was a menace, they don't care that he was teased by the pope, and Jesus still forgave him, or they didn't care that he was a budding polititian who got a job as a liberal leader, and he said he can have any view without being bashed for his view, so they went with that, and they asked him his view, and he said he liked John Howard and thought Bob Hawke was a crook, and he even thought ***** Mason was a crook too, and people tried to bash him up, and straight away he said I have been kidnapped away from my cool friend, and started to go schizophrenic over him and everyone just wanted to laugh at him, and his kidnapped previous life kid friend laughed at him too, because he was living in the past, thinking of why they re doing this to him, while his mate went to concerts with mates he has never known, but that is called moving on, yes he should do that too, so after 5 years of fighting, both friends were reunited, but instead of talking about their kidnappings in previous lives, they spoke about this life's future, yes they were cured from previous life dilemma, everyone gets it, but these friends no more than others, yes they are cool.
The end

Welcome to the Steel and Porcelain Tour
All aboard the Steam Engine
And before you ask
Yes this is run on the tears
Of the people
From this tour

Here lies the happiness of a broken girl
Under the dirt
In an unmarked grave
This is the spot where
Innocence is lost

Over there is
The confidence
Of the boy from your class
Ripped away and discarded unwillingly

That pile on your left
Of undiscovered talents  
Paintings, Books
The cure to cancer and the common cold

And those papers over there
Are the cases that went unsolved
Rapes, kidnappings, murders
And then there's the patient records
Surgeries that didn't go well
Too many patients, not enough doctors
Don't forget the suicides from the psychiatrists
That didn't make it too college

Last stop
The pills and blades and ropes
This parts a bit gruesome, so you might want to
Close your eyes
This is a few of the ways used by the people
This tour is about

And that concludes your tour.
Come again
And don't forget
Words hurt.