Pen and Paper
I am the slave,
the pen is my master.
It commands me to write,
more and more, faster and faster.
The paper is calling,
it’s screaming my name.
Why do they force me,
have they no shame?
Forced are my thoughts,
through the pen they do flow.
Who are they to coerce,
are they friends, are they foe?
I wish to stop now,
asylum I do seek.
For my hand does grow tired,
as well my mind grows weak.
But they won’t allow me to stop,
there’s no ending in sight.
They demand I continue,
so I shall… write, write, write.
Spiritual War Awakening 2025: End of Democrat Party
I posted an article on November 5th, 2024 (We Just Got Lucky!) before any poll closed, making this prediction: “I believe this will be definitive and unchallengeable.” In that same article, I also wrote: “I believe things are about to get very ugly in this country. It will be retaliation on the part of our evil enemies. Things may become very uncomfortable for a short time, but this needs to happen so evil continues to reveal itself and people have a clear choice between darkness and light.” I had [...]
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