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Fighting to survive – a poem

And we were all just fighting to survive

In a world where truth was punishable

And lies were rewarded

A world where hate was righteous

And love was considered a weakness

A world where everyone fears death and their neighbor

But no one remembers God

For the Devil rules over us now.

Deceived

You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time. But you can never fool all of the people all of the time.

I believe they expected more people to be deceived. Generations of lies and propaganda through media, public schools, and even colleges. Although effective, not 100% effective.

Some are just born with a spiritual immune system a friend once told me. I don’t know if I agree, that we were born that way. But instead somehow obtained one by having wise parents, or open-minded friends, or maybe some of us didn’t watch enough TV, or asked too many questions in school, or read too much. What is the common denominator here?

The deceived have already complied. Most of them are already lost. Now it just remains for the deceived to bully and guilt the undeceived into compliance. Sort of an Adam and Eve with the forbidden fruit scenario playing out here. Adam was not deceived. But he ate the fruit anyway at the insistence of his wife. He regretted that decision later.

Black summer – a poem

Black summer turns to winter

We barely could catch our breath

During the fall

The year they told us the only way

To save ourselves

Was to drink the poison

The year they told us

There was no God

Lies, all lies, I scream into the darkness

And I know by now they must all think I’m crazy

For I will never stop dreaming

Of the day the entire world

Is on fire.

What’s real?

I don’t even know what’s real

And what isn’t real anymore

But the scariest part is

Just the simple fact I am even questioning this reality

Probably makes me more in touch with reality than most.

take care of yourself, take care of each other… have no fear. Peace & love. H

Wicked ways

Darkness creeps

Like a thief in the night

Tells you he is good

He is light

All these lies

Are going to break my mind

It’s all a trick

Your wicked ways

Are making me sick

Who are we serving for dinner tonight?

What is real is fake

Don’t turn, don’t look away

Don’t break

Look at all the innocent blood we’ve found

God, let me survive

To see you burn it all down.

The Last Days Of Man – a dystopian fantasy inspired by reality.

I haven’t really thought of a name yet that I’m happy with. But so I don’t dwell too long on it and never write a thing, I will go with the Last Days of Man for now. But I would love a better name. Suggestions welcome.

This is a work of fiction, inspired by current events, prophecies, and my own crazy imagination.

“In a world built on lies, the truth will sound insane.”

Prologue

The demons had infiltrated all of our leaders. Anyone in a position of power, influence, or wealth. The politicians, billionaires, celebrities, the so-called philanthropists, Corporation giants, even many of our scientists and doctors.

Those few that resisted and spoke out had their careers ruined. Were called insane and dangerous in the media. Some went into hiding. Those that didn’t were locked up. Many were murdered, although the official death certificates will read heart attack, drug overdose, or suicide.

The demons disguised as men seeking to save humanity unleashed one hell after the other upon us. For years they’d been poisoning our food, our water, our air, and weakening our immune systems. But many of us didn’t really become aware of how evil had the world so tightly in its grasp until the plague. The plague killed millions, and was shortly followed by “the cure” that killed even more, although they tried to cover it up. They told us lie after lie, and if you didn’t buy into those lies you were labeled a dangerous fool. If you suspected your neighbor of being a fool you should turn him in. Snitching saves lives they told us.

But still, not enough of us died.

The scientists told us we had an even bigger problem. Now the sun was killing us. It needed to be dimmed or we’d all end up underwater. So we paid even more taxes so the government could spray chemicals into the air to block the sunlight. But all it did was kill our crops, cover half the planet in ice, and ushered in a great famine. It plunged us into darkness and deeper despair. As they killed over half the planet they still assumed the position they were saving us. And some of us still believed it.

Somewhere in all of this those that survived “the cure” started to change. It slowly stripped them of their humanity, it twisted their thoughts, it stole away any desire to resist. The chosen few became hosts for more demons, and the rest were forced into camps, or hard labor. They were building something. Something big. It was happening all over the world. Exactly what these structures were for we didn’t know yet. But the rumor was they’d be bigger and grander than the ancient pyramids.

But all of this pales in comparison to the worst thing they finally did. They stole our kids. It was for the children’s own benefit they told us. But this too was a lie. We don’t talk much about what we believe happens to the kids. But that thought is always there in the back of our minds. Like some twisted monster’s claw. Scratch, scratch, scratching. Bleeding out any last bit of hope.

Now with most of the resisters gone they have no reason to hide. So I am here to tell you the Devil is real. Demons are real. They had infiltrated our planet thousands of years ago and have ruled in secret until now. The only thing that keeps any of us going is the hope that if the devil is real, than his opposite must be real too. But if God is real, he is awfully quiet.

But as for myself. I will write and record all of these events. Until they find me.

Trust in man

I would be wary of putting your trust in any man. If 2020 has taught us anything most rulers and people of influence, wealth, and power are absolutely corrupt. Often times the ones making themselves out to be saviors and humanitarians are the biggest frauds.

If there is any scripture that has proven itself true it is “man cannot rule himself.”

Have faith, God is in control. If I am wrong about that then we are fuuuuuuuuuuucked.

After dinner Poetry

Every day I wake up

I’m a little bit older

Am I any wiser?

Well that remains to be seen

Every day I wake up

I feel a little bit closer to death

It feels a little bit closer to the end

Some days I wake up

And I think, is this it?

Is this the day I’ve been promised since birth?

Some days my heart is heavy with sorrow

Some days I am terrified

And yet other days I wake up

Praying for all the rage and vengeance

Only God could deliver

Some days I wake up

And I want it all to burn.