I'm sure that is right. People are fed up with so called 'democracy'.
It will lead us to hell. If a worthy ruler is chosen by God, he can
make order and peace, because he is inspired by God himself.
And there's no need in parlament, advisers, ministers- this
all is product of our degradated age. If a King is realy a chosen one,
he can carry out functions of all these institutions by himself.
MIND CONTROLL IS A FINAL PRODUCT OF DEMOCRACY.
Hi, dear friends! This old devilish world gonna disappear soon and
new pure world will be established. Please, remember your true
nature as a pure calm soul!
Hi, dear friends! This old devilish world gonna disappear soon and
new pure world will be established. Please, remember your true
nature as a pure calm soul!
A reddish ark kissed by the sun...
It seems that sunset's burning the see
One never can tell where the see ends,
The ship of scarlet is drifting free.
Its masts are covered with a shroud,
To break the silence winds durst not...
One never can tell where dreams end
So do flow on, my scarlet God!
You'v patched the see with silver ripple
And pierced my mind... it's broken down,
The ship of scarlet greets the sunset,
Horizon takes his burning crown.
Dusk throws a veil, it's time to wake...
My ark's still here by my side,
I know You'll never leave me back,
You'll never drop my peaceful mind.
The doors are to be open wide
You man should step towards your nightmare
The gallery of candlelight
Gives chance to make your spirit brighter.
So let these walls shine like the moon
And let your shadow bend and flicker
You enter a gallery of doom
Just go ahead, do trust in Nika!
Look at faces on the ceiling!
You see the shades of those expired...
The man goes on, his steps resounding,
He's pushing his way through the poisonous light.
It's hard to comprehend the darkness
It's hard to comprehend the light
Now all you have is candles' brightness
And irksome voices in your mind.
Be firm and brave
You know the answer-
The Fear is a poor guide
The time has come
Time of disaster...
The gallery of candlelight.
Arrowy smart streets
Following into the downtown
Beyond my day-dream
Silken and torn.
Reality they are.
Black smart avenues
Rushing into the core-
Smirking stuffy downtown.
I'm just a point.
A target for these lines.
They will cross me.
We are targeted but the life is going on never stopping-sunset follows sunrise,
seasons change each other, people born and die... we do not notice the life,
we are closed in our pain like a turtle in its shell, there is no outer world for us,
and we don't need it at all. And that is the main trap that perps have made for us-
to destroy the outer space. And there're loneless and desperation in our
man-made prison, but that is a chance for our souls and may be the only one.
Examining this forum i have a sensation that we are alike and resembling
each other like in a mirror. We are knoking at every possible door, bombing
this outer world with out pain- 'here we are, look at us, we do exist!' The
world pays no attention, it has his own dids and trobles, it doesn't deny,
doesn't mock at us, it just doesn't notice us. And we have a chance to
search inside our jail... and there's nothing inside but out souls. And this souls are
out of rich for they perps. It can't be neither destroyd nor harmed. All we should do
is to find it inside our prisons and awaken. Take it not as a sermon or as a advice...
This is just an opinion of my suffering soul.
Нere is a verse. I had written it about 12 years ago, but then
I chaneged it completely:
THE HELLBOUND TRAIN
There is no time to die with prayer,
No way to soothe your nagging pain.
Your life and death are bitter error...
You're waiting for The Hellbound Train.
The train comes fast as revelation,
Its weels resounding with your brain...
You're standing at the ruined station.
Who can restrain The Hellbound Train?
The fate is broken like a mirror
When death is opening your eyes.
Spit out your soul, a lonesome hero!
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Who are you now... The flesh? The spirit?
In your new home you need no name...
The world of yours takes its last heeling
In purgatory hungry flame.
And there's one hope- desired disaster...
To blow the polished accursed rails.
The Hell is near but you are faster...
Derailing fucking Hellbound Trains.
I ask victims suffering sleep deprivation share their experiences. I myself sleep only
2 or 3 hours a day though taking sleeping pills, and sometimes wake up at night. It's
very hard torture and sometimes i feel nodding but can't sleep nevetheless. My mom
says that it is God who waken me, but that's nonsense if God would do such terrible things.
This condition lasts since January 2000 and God knows when it wll end if end at all.
