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The sands of Canaan's ancient lore, Where Baal the real storm-god was worshiped through his righteous war, Against Yam the sea itself the taker of many and more, thrashing, wild salty embrace, the many clubs of Kothar, smashed Yam in his serpent's face relentless until Yam's heads split in two. Their love was shattered, for them… not me or you. Family in his watery realm. Thunder for his might bereaved. Rejoiced or grieved. Mot then as grim death, or simply famine's hollow maw, somehow swallowed Baal whole as daily he threatens to again consume us all. Contemptuous flaw; and not the end for Baal . Anat was beckoned to avenge him too, grinding Mot like grain, before it was through. Reviving Baal to rule again, their eternal fertile plain. Long before Yahweh was ever even known to be capable of rain. Yahweh , in his obscurity lands withered barren, no rain, no verdant law. They gave what they got and saw what they saw. NOTHING . Anat though was a powerful women, they tried to erase her from history take her femininity away from you and me . This fierce sister, hunted their devourer grim, Seized Mot in her wrath, cleaved her enemies limb from limb With sword splitting, sieve she winnowed our grain, teaching us how but to her we were never forced to bow. She burned some in fire, grinding under millstone reaped from the plow. Generously scattering his remnants to the birds to claim A grotesque pulverizing, we hear of the deeds seldom realizing death's own death they proclaim. Baal rose again of course renewed, fertility and its power restored, these cycles whisper Isis , Osiris : old gods to new faded, ignored. The tribes of Shem though were not done with him . They defaced Baal in the worst of ways stripping him not only of power and deed but of his very name in their lowly screed. They rebranded him as only Hadad a once mighty life bringer reduced to yet another god . Another of which you must forsake for there would be only one who’s lessons of 'love' you were to take. When the Iron came it literally fell into the wrong hands of those , who had forgotten well. That would almost be the end of Baal The end of the true old gods. The end of excitement and heroism and deed in myth , and thus the weakening of us all. No Arete or grand call. For greatness in combat and love making was to be no longer sought replaced by bland sameness, infinite rules and rituals are what the 12 tribes taught. Denigrated into “ turning the other cheek” a lie perpetrated to control the newly created liars the meek forever leading the meek. They shall NOT inherit this earth for money and greed was always their true god and to it , daily ... they give birth....
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 1:11 PM UTC
From where POWER comes
The sands of Canaan's ancient lore, Where Baal the real storm-god was worshiped through his righteous war, Against Yam the sea itself the taker of many and more, thrashing, wild salty embrace, the many clubs of Kothar, smashed Yam in his serpent's face relentless until Yam's heads split in two. Their love was shattered, for them… not me or you. Family in his watery realm. Thunder for his might bereaved. Rejoiced or grieved. Mot then as grim death, or simply famine's hollow maw, somehow swallowed Baal whole as daily he threatens to again consume us all. Contemptuous flaw; and not the end for Baal . Anat was beckoned to avenge him too, grinding Mot like grain, before it was through. Reviving Baal to rule again, their eternal fertile plain. Long before Yahweh was ever even known to be capable of rain. Yahweh , in his obscurity lands withered barren, no rain, no verdant law. They gave what they got and saw what they saw. NOTHING . Anat though was a powerful women, they tried to erase her from history take her femininity away from you and me . This fierce sister, hunted their devourer grim, Seized Mot in her wrath, cleaved her enemies limb from limb With sword splitting, sieve she winnowed our grain, teaching us how but to her we were never forced to bow. She burned some in fire, grinding under millstone reaped from the plow. Generously scattering his remnants to the birds to claim A grotesque pulverizing, we hear of the deeds seldom realizing death's own death they proclaim. Baal rose again of course renewed, fertility and its power restored, these cycles whisper Isis , Osiris : old gods to new faded, ignored. The tribes of Shem though were not done with him . They defaced Baal in the worst of ways stripping him not only of power and deed but of his very name in their lowly screed. They rebranded him as only Hadad a once mighty life bringer reduced to yet another god . Another of which you must forsake for there would be only one who’s lessons of 'love' you were to take. When the Iron came it literally fell into the wrong hands of those , who had forgotten well. That would almost be the end of Baal The end of the true old gods. The end of excitement and heroism and deed in myth , and thus the weakening of us all. No Arete or grand call. For greatness in combat and love making was to be no longer sought replaced by bland sameness, infinite rules and rituals are what the 12 tribes taught. Denigrated into “ turning the other cheek” a lie perpetrated to control the newly created liars the meek forever leading the meek. They shall NOT inherit this earth for money and greed was always their true god and to it , daily ... they give birth....
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A twitch we have in an in between dream state where we once fell from trees so called ineffable SPRITUALITY ...  ha ,  some phantom limb syndrome for consciousness, a leftover reflex that serves no purpose except to make us weak and delusional. Mentally " a vestigial tail for morons"  savage spiritual belief in the same category of useless body parts we haven't shed yet .   I want your Spirituality  to pay the price of choosing comfort over evidence   for  soft   exploitation. Ghosts   belong in  your uncles    drunken campfire    stories, NOT    in   our  laws    or    educational policies. keep  your imaginary  demons the world already had enough of its own , Your guilt,     sadness    and    shame are   amplified  by their control that's not spirituality or    SALVATION.   Humans fix each other and clean up  the mess, no one else, not once , not ever. like monogamy   a   dead weight that     evolution hasn't gotten around to cutting off,     yet. Inculcated     meat machines     clinging  to these primitive  Appendixes.     Mental guilt   and shame daddy issue reflexes instead of accepting reality   Sorry Granny the Jews  lied to you             to us all. What were  you   before you were born ?    Yeah,  its like that. There's nothing   beyond what we can see and experience directly. Especially    not some    spirit like incorporeal     'ghost'        harp playing chain rattling     spirit ...    Spirit u ality ?      Wow,  seriously     yall What year  IS   this ? Nobody's   coming ! Not   then not now. Not for,    or from,    your outdated  evolutionary baggage. In an   in-between state     your leg twitches  hard as you sleep you're    stepping in a    hole falling     from a tree there  is  your so called spirituality. NO THANKS none for me. “Men yoke themselves to one God but keep a stable. They worship unity, then demand a chorus to sing their private fears.” ~ Nietzsche. ( He was so noble and brave, not only what he said, the time frame in which he said it and who he said it to.) Took more savvy and courage to do and say what he said than all the other lies all the churches hide behind put together.
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Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 4:26 AM UTC
Spirituality
A twitch we have in an in between dream state where we once fell from trees so called ineffable SPRITUALITY ...  ha ,  some phantom limb syndrome for consciousness, a leftover reflex that serves no purpose except to make us weak and delusional. Mentally " a vestigial tail for morons"  savage spiritual belief in the same category of useless body parts we haven't shed yet .   I want your Spirituality  to pay the price of choosing comfort over evidence   for  soft   exploitation. Ghosts   belong in  your uncles    drunken campfire    stories, NOT    in   our  laws    or    educational policies. keep  your imaginary  demons the world already had enough of its own , Your guilt,     sadness    and    shame are   amplified  by their control that's not spirituality or    SALVATION.   Humans fix each other and clean up  the mess, no one else, not once , not ever. like monogamy   a   dead weight that     evolution hasn't gotten around to cutting off,     yet. Inculcated     meat machines     clinging  to these primitive  Appendixes.     Mental guilt   and shame daddy issue reflexes instead of accepting reality   Sorry Granny the Jews  lied to you             to us all. What were  you   before you were born ?    Yeah,  its like that. There's nothing   beyond what we can see and experience directly. Especially    not some    spirit like incorporeal     'ghost'        harp playing chain rattling     spirit ...    Spirit u ality ?      Wow,  seriously     yall What year  IS   this ? Nobody's   coming ! Not   then not now. Not for,    or from,    your outdated  evolutionary baggage. In an   in-between state     your leg twitches  hard as you sleep you're    stepping in a    hole falling     from a tree there  is  your so called spirituality. NO THANKS none for me. “Men yoke themselves to one God but keep a stable. They worship unity, then demand a chorus to sing their private fears.” ~ Nietzsche. ( He was so noble and brave, not only what he said, the time frame in which he said it and who he said it to.) Took more savvy and courage to do and say what he said than all the other lies all the churches hide behind put together.
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Cult lickers are exclusive. They're not black or brown, But Greene with envy, marginalized at every turn. They paid up for a briny Cruz, but came away infected. They don't shut-up Gaetz, so the sheeple meekly escape. They claim to be God-fearin', but they'll never cross the Jordan. Like Graham crackers, they are dry, spineless wankers. And if you've a limp Johnson, keep a stiff upper lip.
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Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 10:23 AM UTC
Cult Lickers
a state of standstill is a state of decline an excess of sediment, an ineffective wine i only hear that defining moment of time in the less and less frequent creaking of the keys the same old letters sadly clack but can't ever get it back heart's not in it can't stay ****** overreactions come to attack an embarrassing pervert that you already ***** every hour since a desperate hour wolf crying wolf every five seconds where the collective cower ****** is always his death name dont wear it out wear it where the collective cower every hour since a desperate hour hands in the pockets of that dress with pockets calling out his death name when the coming time comes wolf hands caught in the pockets of that dress with the pockets
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May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 1:18 AM UTC
zip it *** tourist*
Muchmuchomuchas confucious is you us o is we you? dobedobedoo Save the world s cient ology al re ye wit me? witness, will ye, that we are in coexistant realms realms real by de finition re cognition occult cult occham snip, nope occult mistook as meaning some cultic occasion for relegare regularityifity imagine how now became imagine next coming only to be as you see. ----- Today, too, sunny valley sounds crows, dogs, pumps, motors, wheels wheels in wheels wee blind tinkerers see as seers do. You see. Imagine seeing. why would you, if you could, or can, but won't? How could you? Having never seen, why willt thou carry care past.... here NO INTERUPTION ... clear, like on TV Emerging seeing afar off flatline eeeeeee            Boss, the last empty slate just broke. Just is is done, what's next? We gotta phor mit no meta, y'see? Watch. Dis assemble a semblance of a seven jewel ba-alanced, self-winding (i.e. gravity variable pendulum) watch. See, plumb damstraight, toothed wheels, within wheels. life's life measured. the unmeasured life ain't a life, it's a once, upon a time. No bonds to lies let live for lack of knowledge, people perish for lack of knowing. lack of knowing knowables, free knowables, ask and receive, if ye be con ceptual, right, in ye'right mind. "what good ken ye do?" Know truth is. That will, that very will to be right, free will will roll you here, true rest. Today. Trust this peace is sufficient unto the evil. If it were not true, what could I do good? No judges? No test? We pasts are free, we may stir things from the dregs? Aha, and we stand!, Sistere! It worked. Patience worked, as always.
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC
Today ifity made my point.
Muchmuchomuchas confucious is you us o is we you? dobedobedoo Save the world s cient ology al re ye wit me? witness, will ye, that we are in coexistant realms realms real by de finition re cognition occult cult occham snip, nope occult mistook as meaning some cultic occasion for relegare regularityifity imagine how now became imagine next coming only to be as you see. ----- Today, too, sunny valley sounds crows, dogs, pumps, motors, wheels wheels in wheels wee blind tinkerers see as seers do. You see. Imagine seeing. why would you, if you could, or can, but won't? How could you? Having never seen, why willt thou carry care past.... here NO INTERUPTION ... clear, like on TV Emerging seeing afar off flatline eeeeeee            Boss, the last empty slate just broke. Just is is done, what's next? We gotta phor mit no meta, y'see? Watch. Dis assemble a semblance of a seven jewel ba-alanced, self-winding (i.e. gravity variable pendulum) watch. See, plumb damstraight, toothed wheels, within wheels. life's life measured. the unmeasured life ain't a life, it's a once, upon a time. No bonds to lies let live for lack of knowledge, people perish for lack of knowing. lack of knowing knowables, free knowables, ask and receive, if ye be con ceptual, right, in ye'right mind. "what good ken ye do?" Know truth is. That will, that very will to be right, free will will roll you here, true rest. Today. Trust this peace is sufficient unto the evil. If it were not true, what could I do good? No judges? No test? We pasts are free, we may stir things from the dregs? Aha, and we stand!, Sistere! It worked. Patience worked, as always.
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Dreams, the friendly version of the ghosts in unfinished business. Constructing ****** minds and arguing morals, while privately respecting the Devil. Shaping poems, turning ethics to ashes. Sweeping fashions over this world. Well done. Life given freely to living souls. Death is owed. We’re all in debt. The forbidden fruit always tastes better and generally more successful. It’s too bad. Dissent friction. Sparking life. Duality of individuals. I’ll keep going back. I’ve looked behind the curtain and saw everything evangelical. Faith not required. Dogma becomes an addiction. Conformity in actions of order-impressions. Laughs and hugs. And if a philosopher is asked, reality is depending on perceptions. Power and freedom are this world's best lovers. Enticed drawn in by people. For some, the difference between God and the Devil. One can be meet before the act of dying as the other is waiting for you to cross over to be judged. Following one will provide freedom here on earth as the rest compensate to be completely corrupted. Don’t sin in my steps. I’m going to be punished by hard-living. Best kept secrets are told in tender moments after ********** sessions. I’ve got nothing but love for the mystics in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century. I’m directly organized and their husbands will never, because I got away. When I die, teardrops will soak into earth, I’ve got meaning in exile. I’m long gone.
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
LIFE IN DEATH
If I'm wrong, I die. I cease to exist. But I know what it's like not to exist. Or at least I can imagine. I didn't exist before I did. For billions of years. And Mark Twain was right. It didn't bother me in the slightest. But I'll give it a chance. I will read Awake! And I'll visit the Hall. And I'll use your name for God. Jehovah. But what if you're wrong? You feel joy, love, peace. Meaning, purpose, certainty. Those things elude me. But what else? Fear? Guilt? Isolation? A hatred that you call pity? Those things are beyond my reach. An education cut short? A marriage too long? "Don't talk to her. It's for her own good." What if it's not? There will always be people trying to hurt you. It's easier when they have God on their side. "Two eyes saw this, but two others did not. I'll take my reward now. Did I mention I'm good with kids?" What if you're wrong? Sure, your Tower is tall. It dwarfs my cathedral. And it does. I stand in awe. Your Tower is tall. It Watches all things. And it does. But is it tall enough to see Clearwater? You know, Celebrity Centers and personality tests. Cruise and Travolta. Your names are different: Michael Jackson and Prince. But the songbook is the same. Leadership is accountable to no one. Dissent is a **** that must be eliminated. The world is out to get you. And critical thinking is a trap. Families are vital (until they aren't). Our authority will not be questioned. We make no mistakes. But we do become more perfect over time. "But it's not 'disconnection,' it's disfellowship. And they're not 'suppressives,' they're apostates. And we live in no bubble. But we'd rather not debate you." "Besides, they're new. They're small and they're few. They have strange beliefs. That's what matters, right?" But it's not. It's not what matters. And it's not in my nature to hurt people. I can **** when it's justified. But I don't know that this is justified. And consider the life of a poor, worldly soul. Fear is no friend. Guilt is a memory. (Guilt for things that warrant no guilt.) We see the world as it is. Science is no threat. Solitude is a choice, not a lesson. Education is full. Abuse is reported. Families talk. We are slaves to no Slave. Of course these things are foreign to you. Your book precludes them. And your book is infallible. But so are all the others. So thank you for visiting, but I'm hedging my bets. I wish you the best, but I'd rather take death.
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
Jehovah
If I'm wrong, I die. I cease to exist. But I know what it's like not to exist. Or at least I can imagine. I didn't exist before I did. For billions of years. And Mark Twain was right. It didn't bother me in the slightest. But I'll give it a chance. I will read Awake! And I'll visit the Hall. And I'll use your name for God. Jehovah. But what if you're wrong? You feel joy, love, peace. Meaning, purpose, certainty. Those things elude me. But what else? Fear? Guilt? Isolation? A hatred that you call pity? Those things are beyond my reach. An education cut short? A marriage too long? "Don't talk to her. It's for her own good." What if it's not? There will always be people trying to hurt you. It's easier when they have God on their side. "Two eyes saw this, but two others did not. I'll take my reward now. Did I mention I'm good with kids?" What if you're wrong? Sure, your Tower is tall. It dwarfs my cathedral. And it does. I stand in awe. Your Tower is tall. It Watches all things. And it does. But is it tall enough to see Clearwater? You know, Celebrity Centers and personality tests. Cruise and Travolta. Your names are different: Michael Jackson and Prince. But the songbook is the same. Leadership is accountable to no one. Dissent is a **** that must be eliminated. The world is out to get you. And critical thinking is a trap. Families are vital (until they aren't). Our authority will not be questioned. We make no mistakes. But we do become more perfect over time. "But it's not 'disconnection,' it's disfellowship. And they're not 'suppressives,' they're apostates. And we live in no bubble. But we'd rather not debate you." "Besides, they're new. They're small and they're few. They have strange beliefs. That's what matters, right?" But it's not. It's not what matters. And it's not in my nature to hurt people. I can **** when it's justified. But I don't know that this is justified. And consider the life of a poor, worldly soul. Fear is no friend. Guilt is a memory. (Guilt for things that warrant no guilt.) We see the world as it is. Science is no threat. Solitude is a choice, not a lesson. Education is full. Abuse is reported. Families talk. We are slaves to no Slave. Of course these things are foreign to you. Your book precludes them. And your book is infallible. But so are all the others. So thank you for visiting, but I'm hedging my bets. I wish you the best, but I'd rather take death.
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I should probably eat better And quit smoking soon Money ends up with the debtor And stocks pop like balloons I know that I should know better But what do you know? Claiming to "know THE creator"? What an absurd notion... I really should exercise more Spend less time online At least I'm not so immature To pretend I know what's Divine.
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 12:05 AM UTC
What do you Know?
To why I think poverty is worse than addiction. Not only destitution gives you reasons to take any junk, but destitution will suffocate you while you’re clean. To life can be grandeur giving reasons to be grandiose and as for the rest of life, you’ll resent it. You’ll fall in love, when it needs you, break it’s heart, it raise hell, calling upon the rapture, if you get the chance. you better conquer it and live beyond what’s human’s call royalty. (To my mystics locked up, by culture and ignorance, soldiers of the century, directly organised, to analyse mankind's crimes and out directly, looking for you.)
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 4:32 AM UTC
To have sinned
Well I guess They got Kanye, I suppose They’ll get me too one day, and I can try but can’t get away, because They get everyone eventually, hundred years ago we were all playing flutes, we’re all guilty as charged even without proved, and then we player ourselves that’s the truth, because those in control have nothing to prove, They pull up the trains and tell us to move, get to your job gotta quote to fill, these politicking capitalist are making me sick, and maybe I’m one too and that’s why I feel ill, but I’m better than that getting better in fact, and that’s why my cup overrunneth when filled, to the brim ballin’ all in, swimming in sin still blessed as Mary The ****** first programmed device was invented in Baghdad, but we’re all caught up in this narcissistic sentiments, we’re in The Greatest Time in Human History, and all you can think is the narcissistic thought that “I’m sad”, Yeah we’re all sad, and that’s our own fault, got me mad as a cam in Baghdad, which I guess was the results, of being over optimistic with bad math, and being on the war path with a cult, but what’s they cult called, does it even have a name, and how’d it get Kanye, and what’s it gotta do with J? Well I guess They got Kanye, I suppose They’ll get me too one day, and I can try but can’t get away, because They get everyone eventually… ∆ LaLux ∆
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Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC
Kanye Got Got
Some of these spiritual people claiming to show you the way are some of the most  Lost Fraudulent Superficial ************* you will ever meet in your life. I tell you this today. So be careful as they offer a hand, claim to help you understand they may just take your life away. I see them taking advantage of the vulnerable, of young girls who've lost their way.   Beautiful but insecure, party life took its toll, it's just not enough any more so they exchange night life for light life unaware that they've just landed in another snake pit concealed with all this Free Love ****  When all these men want to do is justify sleeping around without having to commit and these unloved young girls just go with it cause of this "Free Love" **** You ain't free, love! They're just using you for their own profit, only to cut you off, steal your voice when you get upset cause of this "Free love" **** Bun a self proclaimed prophet!
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
You ain't Free Love
OK, let me seem to be the one "devil" not to honour, A man is great enough to get the "universe's message" out, More than 200,000,000 tune in every Sunday To hear him, the great works fools fantasize about. "Informing" people why they were born, what the powers are, Tell us all about these three kings/wise men following a star, "It's all mind candy, I tell you!" But then I'm silenced, These people are at the top for being ignorant near and far. They give us these messages, love each other, don't **** Then they bring the Saviorettes out, lambs off of battlefield, And they bury them with gun in hand, Davy Crocket style, There is some sort of irony in this, one that is in denial. So I ask you why these people will spend millions, Will fall upon their knees in front of a stupid T.V. This farm slop, this pig wig god, in the endless billions, To tell you what became of what you call "true history?"
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 4:52 AM UTC
Saviorettes
I'm a magician, Everywhere, every day I do magic, the magic that no one sees, It is quite silent-the kind you can't hear, the forest for the trees. Changing, rearranging the whole world "as good as new," Flash of fire lightning and rain and a sea was parted too! Frightened figures hold each other, the earth it shakes, The vaguest of lost lovers, the energy each marriage takes. I'm  a person on a mission, I'm a magician, pulling rabbits Out of hats, telling people run for cover from the "vampire" Bats. I'm a stranger on a mission as a faith magician what Could it be? I'm here to preach to you about a God You can not see! So now that I've told you all that He's real he is all that you will ever know or feel.
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
Magician of Faith