Beware the Signs

Wider and the darker are the ghosts of Houdini and the pledge made often. The effervescent torpedo of the hits on thee often cause deficits for the destitute, and portions of the wheat and the money and the wallet often causes challenges, as do the exchangers of thy pockets. The demons and Heaven never saw the escape and the peril of the bees and the hive. The mental and the workers and the darkest of thy sins and the dead and in me, and the angels and representatives of the wasp and the bees and you dead in the cross are like the bloody Argentinian and the masses and Midas and the whores of Poseidon. Don't forget the Israelis and the many of them and the red bloods of the combat and the oceans and the dead in capsules and the will of Satan.

Woes to hives and of your markers and the oceans and the boiling seas and the redness and the purple races and the many of the souls trapped in the dead seas. The pillars of the hives open to Hell and the Mercury of thy hells are lost, and the seas of thy doom are ever present. From the time of Prussia and the Acropolis, I and the needs of the beige and the frozen and the broken and the personal parts blame you and the soldiers over my wars. You are damned and in me is the blast and the eulogy and the waste and the pouring over thy sympathy. Many of the tortures of a world at war, along with the dogma and the priests and the wars and the gods are tiring and senseless.

We have a paradox of the nations and the desolated imagery and the parliament and the halls of the representable who are potent and yet ineffective. We have the geeks and the soldiers and the many fortunes of and all the while thy Lord Father does deliver your souls; Woes to you and the Mormon and the advent jokes. Woe to the agitators and the western civilisations and the planes and cars and freaks of the coarsest dreams. Often, writers and the wilful seek to understand the giants and the workers and the dead and the wars, but it is a hopeless endeavour. We had the Falklands and the many who have died for the land, and the whores and you governments of the Argentinians with your crickets in the foreground and the bombers in the background leave the holes.

We have the prejudice and the tie for the world's bravest men and the claustrophobic and the world near end times and the wilful massacre of the islanders and the British and yet we can't see the truth. The mistress of Hell is busy and the infernal and the blame and the feral and the wallet and the politics and the world near the end is oblivious. Woe to the killers of the land and the seas and the dormant and the tide of the clowns and the flying passenger missiles of the Ground Zero and the atom bombs of Hiroshima and Nagasaki and all the rest. We are all dead men.

The greenhouse effect and the ozone and the wormhole at thy axis and the workers and the members of the churches who worship Jesus and say the Hail Mary of Catholicism struggle with the Nazis and the brokers of their fathers; thy son cries over the suffering and the dead of the horticulture vermin and the rats under the ground and Tobruk and the killing fields of thy Great war. The windows of the murderers and the sidewinder jet and the liars and the brokers of the demon and the soldiers of arms and munitions are at the mercy of the commanders. Woe to the world of the caves and the mushrooms and the bombs and the forest blights and the criminals. Woe to the terrorists, the gangland murderers and the other killers; And in thee and the omens, the Gods of War and the American economy and their cash and gold, and the wines and the drugs will run rampant and wreak havoc. We are no better off than in the times of the Pharaohs of Egypt.

We have those who portion the wheat and the starvation as in the days of Joseph, and the silos are empty while the gold of Fort Knox proliferates for the rich. The soldiers and the Hebrews and the paramount sleazes and the goddesses of the American Revolution in 2038 will laugh. The worshippers of the grain and the worms and the germ plant wars will prevail. Woe to the son and the father stung by the killer African bees and the wasps and the swarms within the cadaver. Woes to yours in the years 3036, and Phillip and the queen and the whores and the naked women who have the 666 on their foreheads. The locust kings and the robust devils of mankind and the Sutra and the rodent bull and thy mantra over one billion lifetimes will not suffice for salvation.

The Indian nations and the terrorists and the grain hoarders and the workers under the burden of the laws of the land will suffer. Israel forbids this and the towns of Armageddon and their clientele and the prowess of the world archbishop and thy internet and the computers will prevail. The Israelites and their Pharisees of old are the same today, with their fights with the Palestinians, in killing often the king of the leaders and the wilful deadening of decency. They and others will be wiped clean and razed and the jets will fly and the dog hijackers and the robust devils themselves will punish the infidel. The wallet and chalice in you and thy jackal and the lion, anti-Christian and the wolves and the beliefs of the Romans of old will haunt you. The Egyptians and the Israelites and even those of Newfoundland and the workers and frog prince will all face the same doom in the year 3670 A.D.

The wonder of hell and of evils and the affidavit jokes will no longer be so funny. Many can't see, and the domain and the redbrick and the colt of thy Romans I rode, are beyond your ken. The Romans bowed down before the dais and ye bow to my underbelly, and the mobs run rampant and cause horror encouraged by Satan's legions. Many rode on the backs often thy king, who held the cornerstone and the milestone around their necks. The grout and the brick will not last forever. Woe to the sickened and the belt of the beer and the beer swillers. I drove thy dove and the Ark to thy stolen enmity, and intimate and the retribution for the publican and the buyers and the dough makers causes fallacy injurious to the dormant and unwary.

The brokers and the savages who buy the savage bread and the dowry, and the mentally reduced are the archetype of the Romans. These are the mankind of their day and many were 70 feet tall. Woes to goddesses, these were the gods and found among them the heel of Archimedes. Woes to those of Christ, and the willet and thine chalice and the many of you who are dead. The crosses and the gruel of thy stout and the beer are more important than the fever of the slayers and the seizure of Pilate. The brewers are never still in their production of wine nor in the bleat of the goat. The cloven hoof and the swills of thy porridge and goats breed nothing but liars, and the bread and the milk is foul with pigs. The seekers of the occult laugh at the image of Peter hanging upside down while the will of the devil, the grape and the father's doing guides them.

I'll thirst of the pride and the prize and the demons and the partaker of thy gods, buried under the Judas tree. And the pit Jacob formed and the devilish and the whores of ye and of ancient and modern Rome is filled with the souls of the dead. You say you've claimed your penance and deem that the money you gave is enough. It is not. You can't buy your way into heaven.

The nations and thy Israel kingdom of Hades and the well of the lost souls and the great whores, and the colt rode the Romans and thy women, thy pit and the Christ babe and the workers in the hive and the liars. I have seen them of the trees and the Bacchus grape of the conquest and the bubble breaks. I feel the nails in my palms agape. The brokers and thy Pharisees are like the sewerage treatment plants; thy wells and the cave Jesus made for the body he were in are buried in the Sinai desert. And you power of Hades and the many of thy prudent and the gods of the hole and the women's parts and the Horus, and the prosecution and bashful sewers are my garbage. Many of the nails and thy rumours of deaden gorge and the fierce Rodin and Da Vinci ... woes to the father and the crosses and the women and thy Pharisee- it is the time for each yearling.

Woes to thane and the wenches and the prosecutors and the foul of the sweet breads and the many that thou me dread, Lord God, thy fathering, I wilt determine them. And the sage and the writing and the many foxes, and fellowship and the turmoil, the fortune hunters and the packers will see me. And the Jewels and the Murdoch's wool and many eradicated moth and the Golden Arc and calf of the Arabs will know of it. Ye steal my members of the church and the members and the cast die, and the foxes die and the braggers and the thief tells the lies and the churches stand by and watch. Woes to your body, and keep the law and save thy life. You dead of the verbose foul and the fortune in jewels and the many portions of the poor wife and the monies in thy offering to the churches are not meant in sincerity, but yet you give it to the taxers and to the income of the Pharisees and the many business proprietors and the CPI.

And many can't breed, and the crows and the porcelain dolls of the politics and the rows of the politics and the parliament. The foremost grouse and the lord god and the foulest and the grown eyelet have overthrown the governed and the PM and the civilians and census and the wily he- goat and the exchange of stocks is common. And the ludicrous police and the bomber for the clown and the cost of $200 dollars to fill the car are ridiculous. The cars are a godsend for Shell and the many oft thy Esso and workers and the rigs and thy riches. They depopulate the ground and the dogma and the churches and the pedal of the bike and the church overthrows, and ye row, row over whomever art in-charge. The papacy and thy doom is in XXCCDD.

Foul of you and your fortune and the gold and the Knox and the American and the many of and the presidency. Foul on Osama Bin Laden and the whirl of the gold; and you are told that the god of the peers and the smelt and the workers and the chip on my neck isn't it. The fellowship bellows and the broken men and the irrational ghosts of the planes and the Air Force One of thy U.S. of the Americas are the worthy and the F18s and thy Hornets fly. The press and the wallet and thy millstone about thy neck and the treasurers and the presidents and the rice of the boatpeople get us nowhere. We have the strife and the internal medicines and the head and thy worm and the corner stone and the wallet and thy policy of thy drugs still do nothing. The drove of the coin and the US dollar will not aid thy pancreas, and the many blades and the poisons and the hospice and the realm of the times for the USA are declining. Ye and the devil and the 30th president have a will that is boundless and the wild and the wily coyotes and the tricksters and the paid politicians laugh. The oil rigs and the wells of the Arabs rule many. The docile of the governed and the dogma and descent of mental fortunes along with capitalism will doom us all. Yeah for the presidents, thy god of the evil and the waxen folly and the many emancipated paradox! What good in ye are the Americans and the Pharaoh's? Many of yours and the doll of the voodoo and the workers will have a say.

The bulge of the iniquity and the woes to the emancipated and the whore of Babylon and the pebbles of the seas are the same as in the time of the Romans - they held and filled thy gut; And in thee and the prosecution and the execution and the emancipated of Pilate and the other lessons of the Bible are found the many robed figures of thy Romans. Yesterday we had the Bolshevik - many often die and the woes to you innermost who live by your sword and we had the Nazi and their now faded swastika. We have the seeds and the tykes and the hammer and sickle, thy communist flag spreads through the land. We have thy loose women and the tide of the ice caps, thy disappearing ozone and more.

The drunkenness of the wine grape and the omens and crows and these my doves and the souls and counted among the dead. They aren't found in thy heavens. These leagues of the lesions are to be scorched by the brand of thy demon. The rebukes and the parables and thy penance and the blight of the leprosy and the herpes and the wallet and the seas are as nothing, just as in the days of the Romans. The vulture and the 666s of Satan are among us today.

Thy god and the Lord Jesus seek to save you and you don't listen. We have those of the Gregorian calendar and the rights of these my worshippers of the sun and the Eldorado and then there are those who worship the wallet and the cash and the gold. We have the Aztecs and the many of persons who chase the wild antelope and it means nothing. Wes to ye and the sun and the pyramids and the many the navigation of the seas – of the Israelites and the fortunes and the concubines and the wives. These are dead and the many often drown and forsake the baptism and the many of you die in the water. The whores and the women and the recourses and the Americans revolution and the revolutions in China are as nothing to woes of the hell born. Inasmuch that the power of the Ark of thy Covenant, and thy Eden and the Sardinia and thy Phoenicians; many sought thy wars and often did die for the rock of the dome; but I have sought you - the doomed, the dead and the seekers.

Powers and pestilence from the Almighty and the fallen and the robust of the mankind are left in their wake. Thy chalice of the promiscuous and the coyote wily in thee and the barbarous and the fornicator of ye are deadened. You drip like melted wax and the souls of the promiscuous and the Satanic and the rude seek not the Ark. They cry their woes till the grout end of the gruel. You haven't been humane and the seeds of pride of the locust king and thy mentors will not help you now.

Pestilence and graves and your world now, and the price of the vanquished is the term of the natural life. Be it of the grey and the blue or the red and black, you are powerless and the sages and the fervour and the gangrenous, along with your seven laws of prophesy are still vague to you. Gone are the legs and the stumps of the thousands prove that true. We had the plight of thy diggers and the many of the Australians and the US overrun in 200 years and the many of the Australian diggers will be taught too. And woes to the smiles of the diggers and the drought in the 1000th year of your lives.

And the year 3600 will bring civil disobedience and the focus will be on the killers and the brandishing iron and the itch and the look at the lies and the dead. Over 30,000 will be dead and the robust of the dried rage and the humiliation of the traitors and the collaborators will rule. Woes to you and the terrible incarcerations - many fake soldiers will be killed.

Many of ye will feel the term of his natural life and thee and the gods and the parables of the darkness and the saints and do unto others as ye have done to me isn't just a prayer. We sayeth it and the blokes and the fortune hunters and the grillers and thy antagonisms and the many who believe in the devil within these will make you pay. The many wars and the bloodiest of the wars will bring woes to you and your countries and the barriers. The soldiers shot in the head and the sore and the hole in the innocent, and thy seven layers of the Judas and his disciples are ignored. And ye and the dormant and the bloody horrors will be as they were in the time of the Romans. And the armies will be as in the time of the Nazis and the many killed like the 300,000. And the many prisoners and the skulls of Golgotha will rebirth. The stride and the power of thy boots will overshadow the works of Rodin and Da Vinci; the fearless and the rogues of the armed forces will overrun. We fear innocents and the vegetables of thy crypt and the cripples and the worsening crisis; but yet we do nothing for them.