Dear God above I beg of thee to reveal yourself.
Dear God below I beg you to make your presence known.
Dear King of Olympus cast down your thunderbolt.
Dear Xenu will you show us if Hubbard was right?
Dear Flying Spaghetti Monster I'd even accept you.

I can see no evidence for a God, but I beg to.

The "Church" of Scientology
Puzzle within enigma
People finding out the TRUTH
Now there is a stigma

There are many mysteries
Riddles within obfuscation
Their own ARC Triangle
Stops communication!

Are you following my track?
Or are you bemused?
Is their "nomenclature"
Making you confused?

Hope you brought your copy
Of DIANETICS here
You TOO can be OT
(or at least a Clear)
I won't try explaining it
Too complex, I fear
I'll talk about their OT III
Watch out, we're shifting gears...

When I was in the Sea Org
They spoke of this OT III
Did not discuss what it was
It was a mystery
It was said if it's revealed
You'd lose your sanity
But now I know! It's been disclosed
It's ALIEN HISTORY!

Here are all the thetans
Happy playing games
Enter alien Lord Xenu
He's bad! He's MEAN! He's LAME!

He gathered all these thetans
And brought them here to EARTH
On a DC3... They were
bound for all they're WORTH!

He stuffed them in VOLCANOES
Their lives to interrupt
When the cauldrons were filled
The stacks would then ERUPT!

This causes spirit problems
Well. I mean, hey, DUH!
I guess its caused some problems!
I guess it would! HEY! HUH!

Folks, if you can laugh at this
Just kick back your head!
This is God's honest TRUTH!
Every word I've SAID!

THIS IS WHAT THEY FEAR!
THAT FOLKS WILL UP AND TALK.
I HOPE EVENTUALLY
EVERYONE WILL WALK

To leave Miscavige ALONE...

TO BE THE LAUGHINGSTOCK!!!


Catherine E Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/24/2017

You’ll never accept me
For what I am
Known
Just a eurocentricity
Cultural throne
But I want you to know
I am more
Than the gods
Want you to
Feel me in you
As Xenu applauds
An ovation
Of oration’s
Mighty decry
I am all of the people
Who lean to my side
Walking in
Like a chimp
With my body guards
Swift
But the lift I will take you down
Is the adrift
And amidst it in bliss
Is the twist
Of my midst
And the armistice drums
To the pigs I resist
And I spit
With the tumult
Of tumbling tomes
And I get with
The weirdly floating
Alien drones
Probing deep in my synapses
Making me weep
I am weak
But I know
How to powerfully speak
As I reap the unsleeping
Too restless to jest
How they think me beneath them
Until I undress
A free press
Of my crime
And I shove it inside
Till she screams and she cries
I would see you alive
Before I ever died
And beyond space and time
She abides as my bride
But beside me is all
I would give
To relive
Younger me
As he flees from
Eternal despair
From the already dead
Kind of kid
He saw there
Was too much
For them both
Ever hoping
Could work
And it ends as they both
In the distances
Lurk
And don’t know one another’s
Performance of smoke
But the he or she being
Is me nonetheless
And I’d burn it all down
Just to look to the sky
See it all with my eye
And beside you just die
I am my
Everything
Could be better
With me
At the helm of my destiny
Sovereignty scheme
And I deem
The beneath me
With patience and just
Equity
In the voices I’ve hushed
And just crushed,
With the chrome
Coated-bone
Of contention I have
With some Rome palindrome
That you think
Is the backwards
Same forwarding me
But I know you want more
Than some guy by the sea
I was sun’s barely risen
And soon setting free
Us back off again,
Once again,
Journeying on
To discover the parts
Of ourselves
We want gone
To return to the other‘s
Uncovered
New lover
And share in its past goodbyes
Lessons
I suffer