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The Illuminati


From the book of revelation the warning is clear,

people will be deceived in worshipping the master of fear.

Predicted in scripture to lead most into loosing their salvation,

when false Gods are the symbol of appreciation.

The mysteries order is formed on a cosmic line,

symbolic language by constellation and numbers refine.

Religious manipulators erecting the controlling act with obelisks,

making sure that the secret act enriches ego’s little fanatics.

Most ridicule and initiated great concern to serve,

the greater good of hierarchy as best deserve.

The blasphemous doctrine that one can reach perfection,

through higher spheres of knowledge perception.

Hermetic books as such proofed to be fraud,

and even the Kabbalah is a medley of absurdity still taught.

Freemasonry lodge meetings by so called masters in disguise,

then darkness like death is the symbol of initiation of blinded wise.

Since Masonic Presidents, Governors and Senators making law,

the Roman Catholic Church has its perfect power draw.

The phallic symbol of Osiris at St. Peter’s square at the Vatican,

throwing an ancient shadow as predicted practicum.

The wicked have to forsake the spiritual sanctum,

not ever understanding the divine abundance factum.

All pseudonym facts lose their color in the face of truth,

boundaries of limitation and capital conventionality to sooth.

 

 

 

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https://robertrittel.blogspot.com Living virtualistic through myself. The road I wanted to follow choose me and I can see the cosmos to know itself. I remember only moments where my actions manifested the belief of my passion, choosing my next universe through what I have learned in this one. My fears got lost in dreams, sensing what needed to be done with no thinking. I believe in fairy tales, especially with dragons and how to tame them. I do not need any strange faith to worship that celestial brilliance. Dismissing everything what insults my soul and faithful in those small things, because it is in them where our strength is.

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