peoples, of all persuasions, in the authority, mothers and fathers, they sold love they sold the above, and their network is global, and so many are involved, from Hollywood to the ends of the world, God Most High knows their names, the actions they have undertaken, the horror they created, see the warnings in the sky, and he has a fiery plan for them, as written in the heavenly books, it’s been seen in the sky, it’s not a warning, it’s the book of the living, it’s the book of the dead.
Need cash we can sort it out, want to spend life lying on the shelf, everyone is doing it pardon me, taste a little pleasure it’ll make you feel great, didn’t tell you about the other part, the hell thing doesn’t really appeal, want to shout out loud, your child is slow the doctors say, removed from circulation makes it easier to get to you, distracted by wealth they know where you’ll look, easy for one so young to become so hooked, unaware of what is taking place, a ritual of debasement that hurts.
the process of initiation begins, celebrititis is like that, you have to get involved, it could be you the sound that rings, comforting in the beginning and so esteeming, genes get exited this process is tried and tested, brain lights up from all the stimulation, family marvels at the child’s determination, network leader smiles and gives himself an applause, the time I put in working on the details when so shy
if The situation becomes troubling, they put it down to a medical condition, it’s not the same as they get older, they need a new entrants to keep the circle going round, they ask among the network for one not quite so sound, sexual depravity hardened swingers and libertarianism, you have contacts they say to a woman, they have depraved intentions and global connections, she takes out a camera shows them a sweet young, if the network can afford it she’ll be there in awhile
A wandering angel comes across the situation, decides to do something thinks up something cunning, encounters danger his radar is sharp and fine, there’s more going on here lets take a look around, patience and relentless and Godly wise, he sets a plan in motion to recover the child, she’s not like she used to be , she talks has confidence as well, not the broken child they hoped for, one they can control all life long, angel reads the panic the plan is working well, the day is coming soon when all of them will be found, just an appetizer to take with you on the road to hell, as if God Most High is blind, he’s just taking his time, as it’s only our spirit that he’s interested in, the body will fade, the hair will grey, the eyesight will disappear, but you heart, it’s for keeps, and it’s his, the rest of it, baggage!. I got it honey, the baggage!, you can’t take it with you….someday you’ll all learn, joking…