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#foodforthought
hours in—hourly; seconds lost to food for thought. cooking moments, so slowly i go back for seconds, trying to feel full off time itself.
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May 22
May 22, 2026 at 3:51 PM UTC
Going Back for Seconds
4. Align with the Father: The "Rapture" is not an escape for the weak; it is a migration for the Compatible. Purge the "Negative Code" of hatred and resentment from your heart. Tune your internal frequency to the Father’s Will so that when the "System Wipe" begins, your soul is already recognized by the New Earth OS.
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Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 12:22 AM UTC
The Protocol of the UnNumbered (4)
3. ​Audit the History: Look past the "official" narrative. Study the blueprints of 1889 and the leverage of the J.E. era. Once you see the machine, it can no longer hunt you in the shadows. Knowledge is the first layer of the Human Firewall.
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Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 12:15 AM UTC
The Protocol of the UnNumbered (3)
2. Reclaim Your Authority: Remember the "Constitutional Breach." You are not a biological accident; you are a creation of the Father. You hold the administrative right to Rebuke every negative frequency that attempts to claim your peace. Use your voice. Speak the Truth into the darkness.
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Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 12:08 AM UTC
The Protocol of the UnNumbered (2)
“Green meadow, Blue sky, white clouds Sunshine” Repeating in my mind As I am confined to the windowless maze In a fatigued daze Trying to ground a flighty brain As I envision the outside, is it a waste to plan an escape? Because the fines of living life Must always be paid Tired, burnt, fried from the constant grind I never wanted this existence to be mine Something past society agreed to, that we must lean into so future families last. You and I lie, caged to a 9 to 5. Forced to stare at a monitor, the glare of a bright, screen’s light. Craving more meaning than a money-driven life. Though, truly, I want the green meadows, and blue skies; fluffy, white clouds framing the sunshine. A more human experience is a dream, so divine.
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Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 4:37 PM UTC
dreams of the outside looking in.
When eyes turn into a mouth, and many mouths spell the same, they cook the scenery with spices and serve it to mankind. The superficial minds swallow it whole, but the deeper ones search through the flavours, tasting the raw truth beneath. They take the news across minds — bending it, twisting it, building it — giving it a new form, and pouring it into the pots of hollow heads. Not all rumours are just rumours; some are truths wrapped in uncertainty.
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Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 9:20 AM UTC
THE RUMOURS - COOKED AND SERVED
Acrimonious ****** oh, to such a wanted piece of thought, falling carelessly as a leaf blown in a sceptical kind of winds, and with their goal of rattling me. The present fortunes present themselves as a mystery unsolved, the many spasms in a day, constricted by the extravagance of wanting to be heard; but the audience is so uninvolved As I sometimes misplace my identity in my own words- as when I misplace worries into the formula of my concerns. The lessor faith in words, frames on the highest platform; in the endless echoes of a writer’s afterlife- where their once idolized muses, are blessed enough to be seen as something appreciated as gods- __a Poetic pantheon__ Creativity is like two gloved hands, that choke out the reader’s eyes, suffocating them to see new found knowledge, in the loss of consciousness. As the stage is set; upon the tears of the world, being the opening curtains to such an encore performance; an audience made up of eyes hungry for more. The author’s responsibility to provide to them all, a due course of sustainable food for thought. As the world feeds the writer the vilest of things, to in turn create something ameliorates in place of it.
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Jul 12, 2024
Jul 12, 2024 at 6:35 AM UTC
Food for Thought
I don't see how it could get better. But I don't see how it could be worse either. Am I trying too hard or not enough? What if it's both? What if all the answers are in the space between? We always say there's 2 sides to every story. What if the truth is in the middle?
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Oct 9, 2021
Oct 9, 2021 at 8:55 PM UTC
The space between
If the road to hell really is paved with good intentions, we all work on the railroad at some point. But if the stairway to heaven is only revealed when good intentions evolve into good deeds, does that mean we all go to hell?
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Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 8:15 PM UTC
Go to hell
If we experience death While we're alive, Could we experience life When we're dead?
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Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 7:53 PM UTC
Life and death
a vigilante stepped to me and said, “i’m on a terrorist watch list.” I trusted what he said was true. i made him up. he’s in a cult that brainwashes people to think for themselves. he also gave me seeds, enough to share.
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Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 12:31 PM UTC
a vigilante's seeds
Just because the world changes Every day, hour, minute, and second, Doesn't mean you have to. But, then again, Maybe that's exactly why you should.
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Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 7:42 PM UTC
To change or not to change
Sometimes, life is good. And sometimes, it's bad. Sometimes, life can even seem cruel. But it can also be special. Like when you become a mom or dad. Now that we've talked about What life is sometimes, Let's talk about what it is all the time. When it comes down to it, Life is life.
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Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 7:53 PM UTC
Life
In life the only thing you can do is just wait... Rather if your waiting for your next relationship , friendship , or a job you name it. We wait because after those two steps you don't want to regret the mistakes that will be created. free_minded_lee_
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Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 10:22 PM UTC
Wait
"What are you doing to better the world? What value do you bring to society?" "Those are not the right questions." "Why not? They're questions everyone asks." "Maybe so. But they're meaningless if you can't answer another one first." "Which is?" "The right question is "what are you doing to better yourself?" If you can't find value in yourself, if you don't think you're the best you can be, you can't be ready to better the world.
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Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 10:34 AM UTC
Ask the right question
It was a dark and stormy night when an angel of death took flight. She took to the skies and followed the thunder to the one who would begin their eternal slumber. The man who would soon receive such a fate denied the love of someone great. He told her she was ugly and didn't have time to give his love to someone who wasn't divine. Then what happened next devastated her parents when they read her text. He had no remorse when he was given the news. So the angel of death made him pay his dues. People take things for granted. That's to be expected. But professing love is not an act that deserves being disrespected. If we took the time to think about all of the outcomes of our choices, the world might not lose so many beautiful voices.
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 7:26 PM UTC
Beautiful voices
If you saw an x-ray of my heart, I wonder where you'd even start.
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Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 8:03 PM UTC
X-ray of my heart
It pays to stay informed But you have to pay to stay informed. Because the more you know, The more you grow.
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Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 7:38 PM UTC
The more you know
If one considers love to be a poison, Does that mean that if after enough doses, The patient will develop an immunity? Assuming of course that the doses aren't lethal, Which is sometimes the case.
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Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 8:43 AM UTC
The Poison of Love
Beauty is only skin-deep, but is that true? whosoever said that, must have never met you. Your eyes provide passion, passion that is unmatched. it is somewhat irresistible and now, I'm attached. your smile, oh that smile I love. beautifully unexplainable, like a gift from above The sound of your laugh, a symphony ever so sweet. your laugh tells a story of your triumphs and defeats your body radiates perfection, it is pure beauty covered by a scar those imperfect perfections that make you who you are you are the definition of beauty not the kind that's skin-deep but true, raw, untarnished beauty and that beauty makes the world weep.
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Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
Beauty
I Love You. The scariest words to say, yet even scarier to hear.
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May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC
Fear.
Oh you lady, you glanced at my sight, The might of your stare shook my stride. A glance that my eyes craved for, A glance that opened the window to the soul. Way too shattering, Yet ecstatic. Oh you lady, you spoke in my mind, The words that filled up my life. A speech that sparked the light, A speech that left me with troublesome nights. Way too engulfing, Yet enlightening. Oh you lady, you touched my heart, Left a lingering subtleness of your palm. A touch that my heart longed for, A touch that made it who it was. Way too provoking, Yet calming at par. Oh you lady, you clasped your heart onto mine, Showed me what love is which no one else could find. A firmly tied thread through which I dangled, Reality and serenity cast me into a fight. Way too catastrophic outside, Yet all gentle inside. Love in my eyes, Liveliness in yours. Fathomless trust of yours, My dauntless promise to be by your side.
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Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 1:06 PM UTC
That Lady Love
We seldom kept secrets We seldom had to lie We seldom felt regrets We seldom had to try Look at all the regrets now, Look- the trigger's pulled Look, we found the secrets! wow! Look, how we've been fooled! Now that we are miles apart What tethers our two minds? Estranged by the soul and heart, Who knows what we will find?
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Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
Between you and me
For you they rode a thousand mile Across the Tigris, and the Nile They fought till death, Their horses fled Under the hooves- the water rile For you she made the desperate choice As she ignored her inner voice One sunny day, She walked away, Quite silently- without a noise For you he counts his passing days And tries to figure the different ways How a guilty plea, Will be his key, To escape from this obnoxious mess For you I overlook the spies Ever-so-carelessly roll the dice This game ends, No more pretence, For you, are none, but promised lies!
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Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 2:54 PM UTC
FREEDOM