Lets Tear Into The Sky

Lets tear into the sky what we got… a new life or a bloody big drop going up there gave me nothing, So I fell down again like love and despair tearing through the sheets of clouds I thought I could stay up there never to come down, where the angry voices and the dark corners coped with all that is hidden within us all, a world now in despair among the ruins of man.

New Balances.

Whatever happened to that familiar face, the one that went around the world-changing the direction of lives and deaths of millions, it was such a facade someone caught you unauthorised were they in the common mirror of man, your mask slipped and another world availed itself you are an alien, and the press were in that toilet you were alone exposed, so how do we inform a world in panic not to be alarmed.

The Great Council Tax Rip Off

The great council tax rip off yes here we go, cuts in services inconsistent council tax increases. The difficultly that I have with this particular tax is that year upon year thousands upon thousands of houses flats etc, are built, each dwelling with a revenue of more than a thousand pounds to the local authority.

Is this a housing need or another way to bolster the council coffers in the light of central government funding cuts to local government. I don’t believe that there needs to be cuts to vulnerable groups in society and the cuts should come higher in the command chain of local government.

In conclusion if properties are re-valued for council tax banding don’t forget the difference in years since the nineties and today, and how house prices have been tickled up to borrow more in the FALSE economy we have. New banding will garner revolt . With this fact isn’t it time the governor of The Bank of England was brought to trial for suspending interest rates and helping people to continue living in borrowing la la land , Mason Cult Socialist Crusader. .

The Silver Ships.

Rise of the silver ships in the nightime sky looking for you or I, no obvious preference detected just fresh and alive will do.

For the silver ships need more of us to know more as mass intergration looms you may witness the clues already they keep calling this team work, now citizens listen your sterling efforts are needed as the silver ships twist and turn away to return tomorrow.

No Answer

Magnitudes and tumultuous fears looking inward no answer found it is cold and lonely walling deep in the valley, you parked your car, remote, every other had gone, your life on hold, surviving on instinct. Would you become the victim of a darkened day or would you find the bright light, or is that another world. So far away and yet so within.
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