The Black Gas Turbo of Doom

On a night when no moon existed and a road, jet black, a lone car steadily travelled upon this road. Weak lights…all this was about to change I will tell you. Slowly creeping slowly was a rumble a car of no great distinction by earshot, a powerful diesel, the leading driver in his car now increasingly vulnerable started to shiver in intimidation he slowed to a grinding standstill, two grim black clad figure alighted from the rumble car one with a long pipe.

THE LEADING TALLER FIGURE CREPT TO THE DRIVERS DOOR AND SHONE HIS LIGHT INTO THE CAR DRIVERS EYES FOLLOWING CLOSELY BEHIND STUFFED THE PIPE INTO A HALF OPEN DRIVERS WINDOWS AND THEN WALKED back to the car of anger and attached the pipe to the gloom cars exhaust pipe, his foot then went down hard upon the accelerator the lead doomed car filled with pungent black mass of gas, doomed the driver was dead, this marked the beginning of the serial gassing by a group named the black gas turbo killers be warned,  who are they!.

In Darkness

In darkness I cannot see but I’m walking and yet see all, it is a mind too dark it needs truth to see a way of manifestation, I knew not how, when all is not clear, clocks tick, older means that in the jungle of life we will not beat the oldest tree of knowledge and our hearts may never beat as much as the tree vibrates. In its life of sensories for three hundred years but it still hurts when cut and fallen to leave orphan shoots upon its bole growing outward in panic and trauma.

On Zero Speech Day

On zero speech day one hundred years from now, lips are sealed sign language is but all. Taking orders ticks on, time zero zero, neem neem 1 I say, go life on Saturn and sometimes Mars. Your not going home now your needed out here training on that ultimate
frequency, upon the final hall of initiation with the adepts in saturnian existence.

The Coin

The one sided coin flipped and revealed truth, the gravity of the moon around this coin, the coin began to spin and shine, it revealed brilliant joy to behold excitment filled our being and nerve ends began to tingle as the true purpose took hold.  

An ascending whiteness blended with the one, a feeling of eternity birthing in the light to quell our darkness over evil pressures upon evolved earth.

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