I’m speechless…
This lunacy is so trenchant that it renders my very psyche bereft of hope…
Slowly America is being brutally raped in broad daylight… We watch this nation bleed while our hands are tied and our voices gagged and our very souls crucified…
The dawn of a new god is upon us. And we’re asked to bow…
Like a powerful disease a new beast rends the flesh of its prey and watches death with bloodshot and impervious eyes, devoid of empathy and remorse…
Yet it’s not Obama, for he is not even real! I have developed whiplash just watching him read robotically from left to right on his Teleprompters… He’s just an empty shell, a hollow robot, and a tragic man…
The real story is the craft of the new religion-makers, the Masters behind the veil atop their pyramid.
Welcome to inevitability on a scale beyond your wildest nightmares.
on “The Road”
-Iliad Terra
