All that is written here, below is a work of pure fiction, I can’t be held liable for your stupidity, this is not call for a violence but a presentation of a fictional world and fictional thought that has been not inspected with the right set of eyes. Till now…
What happens when Tv set-SETH is your king or queen…
What happens to the fragile human mind?
Enslaved for all eons or there is a solution for zombified masses…
Is there a cure, if it is..does anyone want to talk about it.
The cold towel on your head or the ultimate weapon of choice: a tin foil hat.
Comet ISON-Comet SION
Comet ISON, formally known as C/2012 S1, was a sungrazing comet from the Oort cloud which was discovered on 21 September 2012 by Vitaly Nevsky and Artyom Novichonok.
What happens when pulsating frequency hits the drooling idiot’s brain?
He wakes up from his usual slumber or he becomes an active weapon? polluting the minds of not mentaly broken people, spouting his “valiant” thought in the aether, aided by criminal towers located at every corner.
Do we have the right to euthanize something that is just clockwork and lightbulbs but presented as human…
Will in the end all roads lead in this direction, unavoidably…
What are you gonna do when nice people will come for you and your family?
Are these mimics still human, somewhere, or all they are going through human motions, aiding the twisted vision of their Queen, like ants or bees?
The problem remains you are still seeing humans, and nobody wants to be that first guy…I mean what if you are wrong and somehow this possessed being, the plagiator of humankind can miraculously come back?
Must we kill humanity in ourselves,becomming savages, and do what is comming down the line?
El is Telling You A VIsion of fabricated Reality, it will fall onto your unsuspecting mind like Cometh Ison/Sion
Si/on is ON
Are they On?, THINGS, not humans….You could say a decent conclusion of Carpenters movie from The Thing 1982 Film
Or these things armed with the Protocols of Zion as the main program, and no matter how much your heart desires to see them as humans they are there to pick up your words, and your thought, and put you on the “List”.
Not Shindlers’s List, a movie that literally is made up by the book but now is a synonym for the event that didnt happen.
Survival of the fittest
You can train the whole day, and be the baddest MF Rambo and Conan put together, BUTT if you when the time comes you will have no guts to kill once your flesh and blood…
All that sweat, all that blood, and shooting on the training range was for nothing.
And trust me I am in the same boat as you, many of my family members did take the engineered poison in the form of saviors injections…
I am not here and behaving like a monkey drumming on my chest and doing the victory laps…
Screaming like some village idiot, see I was right! now give me my special medal!
Nobody wants to talk about it, it is too much, it is not human….but what if you, me, we all are left only with this option, and we all are just prolonging the inevitable?
The storm is on the Horizon
This storm is not like any other, it has no menacing rainy clouds or stormy weather, and there is no thunder and lightning in the distance as a warning sign… but it is there hidden inside your apartment, your house, your beloved bakery, in your street, and your City.
There is a popular game called Fallout 4
When nuclear bombs have fallen you must leave the protection of your shelter and be the ultimate Fighter with no heart only that way you can storm the troubles that await you in a desolated, heartless world. A world filled with cannibalism, followed by the tribalism of the worse kind, anything and everything wants to eat you or cook you.
Are we not there already, or we all are just pretending that if we can make it through this one day, the next will be better?
If the Sun is still shining, nothing has changed.
Many “Truthers” out there are awaiting the alien invasion project, but the truth is they are already among us.
Borg from Star Trek are here, in your living room and on the tram station, hidden waiting to be activated, to hear the seductive voice of their Queen. To feel her Bliss.
Executable exe on this bipedal automatons is on, day and night, listening, recording, patiently waiting to strike.
Is the injection project a fallen, DOOMED PROJECT as a global, internationalist project, extremely debatable thought…is the human soul untouchable, unreachable, or doorway is created for malign forces from the darkness of the void.
These Things, former humans, or elevated NPCs are now some organic portal for Evil?
Was this the main purpose of saving the grandma and grandpa and now the safe zee children project?
Hacking the human animal…
What is human, is he something that sees beyond the animalistic pleasures, or was he ripe to be taken and engineered into new species, devoided from empathy and true love?
When you look around yourself, do you wish to save this world or do you wish to see him burn, because there is nothing here that deserves to be saved?
As a “former” soldier you can be effective on the battlefield if you don’t have a real reason to come back from the war. If this reason is not there you are just another sycophant with the gun on the battlefield wishing to take another man’s life.
There is no HONOR in that.
I will leave you with that thought.
No Voices In the Sky
It was one of these days when nothing feels the same
it was one of those things, cold and fringe
It was one of those thoughts that could be not bought
life is a precious gift, sometimes swollen by a robotic mind
sometimes betrayed by your kind
Life is a sweet encore to the hidden door
all who pray, suffer the decay
loud and clear the thunder is comming near
blasphemy and shadows dancing this silly awkward dance
trust and corny lust are hidden in this deadly romance
Fools and broken minds together in deceitful trance
Nobody will ever know how deep it goes
why open the red vein, why suffer in the dark
loneliness is sometimes a way of the human arc
Do you wear the mark?
It was one of those days when the Sun desperately prays
it was one of those kind that can not be find
It was one of those dreams never to be seen
it was one of those plans, that can
Smoldering fish served as a forgotten dish
another unworthy cliche
another fallen attache
another Friedrich Nietzsche
There are no voices in the sky
does love ultimately, must die
do creeks and rivers must cry
so these bastards can finally fry?
F you all heathens and goodbye.
don’t ask me why?
It was one of those days when Earth is standing still
blinded by men’s arrogant will
It was one of those nights, without bars fights
It was one of those dreams, looking for Stranger Things
It was one of these things that can be found if you don’t look around
what have you found, death, or love for death
bed without the red flowers, a wounded animal that is flawless
without the beautiful naked mistress
calling you in distress
fallen naked bodies, fallen persecuted twins
unborn sin, cataclysmic planet Mars
listening to the ever-closing Wars
bringing broken cars
and one hallowed Goodbye
It was one of these things that doesn’t bring
anything at all just a superficial wall
It was one of these days when nobody prays
all that has been written dies wrapped up in sweet lies
It was one of those plays that bring a song of better days
nothing or all, more or gore, twist or wrist, dame or fame
Sound of the youth, the sound of middle age, the sound of an old age
a birthday cage
Golden parrot hails to the Svarog
he sings a song, that has no fault
he tells him a story of desecrated glory
he tells him all, even about the Fall
Fall of the Man, birth of another
that is better and smarter
This new MAN will not falter
He will touch the sky, he will hail the stars
he will know it all, without a bloody ball
Without the presence of planet Mars and his bought-up Wars
He will be just, without corroded trust
Russia and Ukraine will be now his domain
Brother is killing brother, sister is killing sister
All for giggling, fat and wobbly Prime Minister
Decadent crimes will be left behind
Fake Money will burn, and the world will turn
This MAN will be there because he care
It will be one of those days when decency and love
conquers all, no human body will ever again Fall
Like a used and wasted call
the promise of a new day, giving a humanity new way
chose or lose
faith or straight
God Or Dog
Merit or inherit
Love or glove
Born under the sign of the whitest white dove
Born under New star
Born under the New Sun
Born under New way
I tell you now, don’t pray, don’t bend the knee
or you will never be truly free
you need to Know, and only then you can go
Embrace the sunset, give a worm hug to the starry night for one last time
In the next world, there is no crime and no game of nickel and dime
lose your pride, she is not by your side
this song ends…
count to three…