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Mystical Cola

06 Mar

Mystical Cola, powerful might,

Thunderous magic, hidden from sight,

Disguised by a treat,

Sugary and sweet,

A shortcut to enlightenment,

The Cryptic Agenda decree.

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If this has you thinking,

I would like to try that,

Go visit their temple,

And study their track,

But watch out for that bottle once it’s uncorked,

Lest you are drawn to its magic and inside it are caught.

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Shadow People?

06 Mar

stories for children and adults

I heard a sound by my bedside last night,

I heard a strange sound; I got such a fright.

As something passed by me deep in the night,

I heard a faint sound; did it want my poor life?

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I made not a sound; I was still, in such fright,

As I lay in bed in the deep of the night,

I could hear it close by, how I longed for the light.

What was the dark thing probing the night?

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An evil black form, a shadowy sight,

Began to rise slowly in front of my eyes.

As I lay in bed on my left-hand side,

The dark, wicked thing rose slowly into sight.

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I could move not a muscle; I was frozen in fright,

As the dark frightful vision continued in height,

Till it’s malevolent eyes were almost in sight.

Only then did I close mine, despite the dark night.

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I knew it was wicked, evil personified,

That he wanted my sight, the light of my life.

I closed my eyes; shut them tight as the night.

Evading the Grim Reaper’s deathly cold scythe.

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Finally, eventually, when I opened my eyes,

I thought it was gone, departed my side,

But it was still there, though lower this time,

Starting beginning to rise over again.

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How could I be free from the terrible beast,

That wanted my soul, my heart and my peace?

Perhaps, if I kept my eyes firmly closed,

It might give up and leave me alone.

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So I closed my eyes, though still in such fright,

And I prayed that I’d last out the night.

Although its Dark Presence was close to my brow,

I kept my eyes shut so it wouldn’t bother me now.

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The Darkness and danger passed from me that night,

It vanished, departed, left my bedside.

I rolled over, so comfy, lulled back into nod,

Till the next time it happened it was just me and my God.

A note: This happened to me on several occasions when I was young.

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Crisis, what crisis?

06 Mar

Crisis, what crisis? he asked, looking on,

There is no crisis; it’s a part of the plan,

A plan to tax you for all you are worth,

And then some, and more; haven’t you heard?

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A New World Order is coming your way,

A world of plenty, for some, if you do what we say,

Sitting up high, like emperors, we think,

We will dish out pennies to the masses, so dim.

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 You voted for us, what more can I say?

We can do anything we like; it’s the New World Order way,

When you voted us in, you signed away your birth right,

Freedom and liberty and all of that tripe.

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You want to know what my associate has to say?

I’ll get him; here he is, to illuminate your day,

Hello, I am here, now what’s all this fuss?

Haven’t you heard that it’s time to kick ass?

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Taxes, yes taxes, is the answer, I say,

More taxes on the petrol and diesel today,

Heating oil and coal will go the same way,

So also with gas and electricity, I pray.

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When we’ve taxed you so much, you can’t even think,

We will tax you some more, to push you over the brink,

Into poverty, hardship; destruction without hope,

Trapped, burdened by the New World Order yoke.

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Although it’s a quarter to midnight, there still is some hope.

Wake up, wake up, this is certainly no joke,

Politicians and bankers are intent on one thing

Destroying our lives; we must not let them win.

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