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Array ( [sid] => 186987 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => In This Now [time] => 2020-05-21 17:36:32 [hometext] => On the coming bio-metric chip that will be federally enforced. [bodytext] =>

Writing, speaking these letters as they are born,
all should be precious;
so what is there left to write of,
speak of,
clamor loudly of to all ears
in hopes some will hear,
will comprehend.
We are in the Now.
The universe came into being,
twins; light,dark.
All that has been to this very Now
is a culmination of
light as love whist evil as hate;
life, death.
The Nows of the past,
the evil of the club, sword, gun, bomb,
have left such crudity as conquest of land
for a far more valuable commodity;
us.
Returning to the universal birth of
light and dark, good and evil, life or death,
our NOW is here. We are in the NOW foretold.
Let those who have eyes, see.
Let those who have ears, hear.
The day approaches mandated by government,
that a bio-metric vaccine chip be injected on
your right hand or forehead.
And that, my friends, is where the rubber hits the road.
The patent for the bio-metric chip ends in 060606.
The full name of the device adds up to 666.00 on
the alpha-numeric code. (1=A, 2=B, etc.).
Many will be deceived.
I will not waste words.
Accept the chip and lose your soul,
or flat out die from the ‘vaccine’.
Vaccine averages a 10% fatality by data.
7.2 billion vaccines equates to a minimum of
720 million dead. That’s a real home run for Bill Gates,
self-acknowledged population reductionist, eh? [comments] => 5 [counter] => 88 [topic] => 13 [informant] => invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

In This Now

Contributed by invierno on Thursday, 21st May 2020 @ 05:36:32 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Writing, speaking these letters as they are born,
all should be precious;
so what is there left to write of,
speak of,
clamor loudly of to all ears
in hopes some will hear,
will comprehend.
We are in the Now.
The universe came into being,
twins; light,dark.
All that has been to this very Now
is a culmination of
light as love whist evil as hate;
life, death.
The Nows of the past,
the evil of the club, sword, gun, bomb,
have left such crudity as conquest of land
for a far more valuable commodity;
us.
Returning to the universal birth of
light and dark, good and evil, life or death,
our NOW is here. We are in the NOW foretold.
Let those who have eyes, see.
Let those who have ears, hear.
The day approaches mandated by government,
that a bio-metric vaccine chip be injected on
your right hand or forehead.
And that, my friends, is where the rubber hits the road.
The patent for the bio-metric chip ends in 060606.
The full name of the device adds up to 666.00 on
the alpha-numeric code. (1=A, 2=B, etc.).
Many will be deceived.
I will not waste words.
Accept the chip and lose your soul,
or flat out die from the ‘vaccine’.
Vaccine averages a 10% fatality by data.
7.2 billion vaccines equates to a minimum of
720 million dead. That’s a real home run for Bill Gates,
self-acknowledged population reductionist, eh?

Copyright Â© invierno ... [ 2020-05-21 17:36:32]
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Re: In This Now (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 22nd May 2020 @ 04:21:56 AM AEST
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I/'/ve read and seen of something like this too. Bit of a twist though. There will be no federal government. There will be no boarders. There will be only //one leader// of the world and we //will be// controlled by that chip. There may be emotion, however, no empathy.

We empathetic people will be lost. I wonder if empathy is the soul.

Thank you for provoking thought.

Dugan

Re: In This Now (User Rating: 1 )
by speedy on Friday, 22nd May 2020 @ 07:33:58 PM AEST
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Rather like the hunger games (without everyone killing each other)? It/'/s a scary thought, eh?

(What can I say - I/'/m Canadian.)

Great write.

Hannah B

Re: In This Now (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 23rd May 2020 @ 09:27:45 AM AEST
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well we think of being really silly,
say, what is the use of the pious poet,
or the use of any art, that any speak
of, though their heart may be distant
in time, perhaps only seconds away into the
past, future, or this zenith, the here and now.

It always must come with this introduction...
This zenith, the here and now,
As it is written in the code, so not to distract
the Thetans.

Here in the conscious world we fear this sacredness - but peasants like me secretly shout out
gleefully,
throw your power down
throw your power down

Here in this world of war, we are caught up
and captured by their greed,
as only a peasant I am I shout secretly
throw your weapons down
throw your weapons down

don/'/t lose your soul
its not worth it
throw your hatred down
throw your hatred down

throw it far behind

AND NEVER FORGET

Re: In This Now (User Rating: 1 )
by TheNugget on Sunday, 31st May 2020 @ 05:41:36 PM AEST
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I enjoyed your thoughts.
Existence is a mere nanosecond.
All else is past or future.
We live in the past.

Re: In This Now (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Wednesday, 3rd June 2020 @ 02:32:58 AM AEST
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Resistance is futile
we will all be assimilated....

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