The land of milk and honey is slated for knew management

I remember as a child witnessing federal dressed in black with glowing white shirts agents at my grandmothers door with hassidic garbed and very polite antagonist there to retrieve what my grandmother possessed. Within her family for over 300 years my grandmother had in her possession an ancient book she knew to be over 4000 years old. The book was in wooden cover bound by brass and gold thread wrapped around hemp like threads with brass pages separated by goat skin sew old the fur was almost awe gone!

My grand mother spoke wrote and understood many languages current and forgotten. From Mesopotamia through Aramaic, German through Binary Hessian! I in know weigh claim her intellect but the right to lineage of the likes. Grand mother gave up other artifacts upon threat of imprisonment. Even we as children knew this robbery was a front. We had no telephone and were imprisoned to isolation for our defense having only a 22 rifle of which I as the conservator was told by grand mother to yield to the robbers in cloth. By her orders, I did at prior my sixth year of age to the moment. Hence my tossing and turning throughout my complete life of torture. Not, possessing ancient works, trusted by family's matriarchs until relinquished to dark forces of that day.

IN it's masterful pages were the context of who we were from prior the dogma lie of ancient biblionia! From the dead see to the holy fabrication now laying the hearts of the mighty to defenseless postures of today. I have not relented an prior to the vacuum of our dispensation of the book. Made by cross indigence my Grand mother read the book to me front words and back, now retained in my heart. So, you the bastards of lies have know power over my spirit and none over my heart. I could call the heavens to slay you if righteousness of my blood damns you!

Now see the seed which thou bastards hath no pow'eer. See the seed that lived with the Iroquois for over 150 years before the murderous spaniards and brits sought to undermine for power over you, the m-asses! And yet, you are are still dumb mother fuckers! That if awaken would shoot themselves and each other without guidance! Yeah, you dumb bastards will ride. Some to flee and some to victory! Many to hide under the torment of the falling mountains and many to direct the falling mountains at our bequest to save the sacred waters of the dinosaurs of the giants. Lest, we confound your m-ass-es again! I step on your reality of lies and grind you for possessing ignorance beyond the grasp of salvation for your lunatic-ic seed. Hence the outreach to the blinded by the light! You are not at K-Mart, anymore!

Know thus, when I crow on your m-ass-es it will be without your cognizance to un dew! Thou stain on life. You can crush a heart for failure, but not, of it's truth! You of the darkness will never be the light.