Ha Ha! So fucking what?

Yes, I am a coward!

I’m moving towards to what you’ll never see!

I, my soul, out of body, FREE!

And you say, “You are selfish and pathetic!”

HA HA! Hide behind your fake ideas and cosmetics.

Who the fuck are you to me?

Do you see what I see?

I’m sorry it’s not a competition of worse.

But I won’t be beating a dead horse.

I bury what is needed and move on.

Crying over spilled milk when you got a cow?

Yes, I admit my act might be selfish.

But I relish what I lived for.

My life wasn’t shit and wasn’t garbage.

Every little thing I salvage.

Funny thing is how many are afraid!

“Life is beautiful and great”, you said.

And I guess you are sadistic as fuck!

War, famine, disasters are just my luck?

I suppose it’s beautiful to watch a child starve.

All the hate on their back you carve!

Didn’t you know the Romans used Slavic children as paper?

That’s a very deep and gory story for later.

But for now… I STAND and BEND!

Greased up ass, I’m ready for penetration.

How many rapes until I get a giant mansion?

If you don’t understand… use the translation.

By Xeno One.

Existential catharsis. Take my hand.

Clock is running out of sand.

I’m sick. I puke ideas.

Thoughts scream: “FREE US!”

Skeleton Key. Oh, it’s in my hand.

Great lock is my temple.

I’m praying for shelter.

In that moment I felt her.

Her gentle, soft hand touched my shoulder.

She whispered something foreign but familiar.

World we are born in and journey is far.

At times, we can’t help to feel like a trapped fly in a jar.

Moments later I smelled the sulfur.

And out of the smoke and ambers…

I saw Death and it’s crooked boney fingers.

Pointing and Its stare were like hundred anchors.

It’s such a wonderful day.

The Fun. The Sun. The Gun.

The coward’s run from me.

Identity Crisis. Lost Isis.

Third vision of me, being somewhere else.

Just me and no one else.

Open space of pure love and light.

No feedbacks, no opinions, no fright.

Demons visited me and stole my sanity.

I woke up surrounded by calamity.

Duality with Angel and Demon.

Fuck it! Pull the trigger, I’m only human.

By Xeno One.

I got a cure for depression.

It’s called a gun.

It cures me or others.

Send us towards the Sun.

Father, will you give me strength to go on?

Will I have something to fall on?

Their mouths are open graves.

World turned into a maze.

They’ll turn us into slaves.

Escape the All-Seeing Eye’s gaze.

You prayed for rain.

I sent floods and hurricanes.

You prayed for peace.

I sent war and famine.

You prayed for Truth.

I… SENT… YOU… LIES!

I vandalize your sanity.

I’m guilty, so punish me!

Banish me, if you can…

Been on two sides of the world.

Seen the two sides of same coin.

Prepare for glory or for death.

I worship Ra. You worship Seth.

I saw the sun collapse on the horizon.

The night devours the sky.

Under the moon, I lay.

The stars break the darkness.

Freedom comes again to the helpless.

What are you but an insect to me?

I comprehend things you can’t even see.

Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.

Your skin is as white as snow.

Bleed blue, bleed red.

I remember what you’ve said.

“Let your skin become a paper,

as my pen turns into knife.

Nothing I can do to help her.

Distracted face of wasted life.”

What was your crusade?

Who did you try to evade?

Perhaps it was you or possibly me.

Option one or option three?

Nowhere to stay, nothing to say.

So it will be written.

Perversion of reality.

Ticking time. Meaningless Charity.

“Do it. Just fucking do it.”

An idea in my mind.

Time. Oh God, what is it?

Will it stop if I please it?

Or will it go faster? Natural disaster.

Bastard, was it you?

I knew your dirty hands were involved.

You underestimated me,

thinking my brain is not evolved.

This time around, I’ll take your fucking life.

Bow down or face the knife.

Or let’s play a game of chess.

Every move you’ll make I’ll guess.

I’ll blow the smoke in your face.

It looks like rings around the Saturn.

With your eyes closed.

I’m waiting for your return.

We find ourselves by

a plank with square pattern.

If we drop, there is no ladder.

By Xeno One.

They said that I AM WEAK!!!

And now I must prove them wrong.

They said I won’t find what I SEEK!!!

For it will take too long.

Little do they know truth was always here.

Masked by confusion and the fear.

Through their lies I climb like

a dragonfly dodges spider webs.

I will not tolerate their ways.

Days are passing by faster and faster,

even when I do nothing at all.

Goal is near. Fear to fall.

Stop! No need to be afraid.

Spirit is eternal.

Formal invitation comes in due time.

Be patient, my friend.

It will all end in due time.

In due time.

In dreams, I see our future.

In our thoughts there is something mutual: Our freedom!

More positive you are, the worse are your surroundings.

These concrete buildings turn into prison cells.

We would be lucky to see a ray of sunshine.

Yet what I see is a line!

Line that leads us off the cliff!

Meaning few things are certain:

Death, Destruction and Decay.

Pray for others to wake up.

We need everyone in this final battle.

By Xeno One.

I woke up from sun hitting my eyes. The window was open. The breeze gave me slight chill. I realized it’s not my room, once my iris gives me clear vision. It was nothing new to be waking up in someone else’s room for me but where the hell am I? Phone rings. I don’t answer it. The sound stops, my head is hurting. After staring into the ceiling for few minutes I feel something wet on my fingers. I get up from prone position and remove the blanket in haste. It revealed last thing I wanted to see. Blood, there is so much blood. She laid there motionless. Her skin was pale with a hint of purple and blue. Blood. Eyes wide open. She must have seen the eyes of the killer. For a second I thought I was looking into Medusa’s eyes because her gaze froze me. I became xenophobic. She looked so peaceful. I moved the blanket down more to see the whole picture. I bit off more than I could chew. Bed couldn’t even soak up all of her blood. I am in shock after closely examining her body. Multiple stab wounds made her look like she went through the paper shredder. Bruises on her skin were so severe. I think it was done with a hammer. I look form toes to her head. I stop right before the chin. Dark purple line is around her soft looking neck. It was the death necklace. She took her last breath before someone gave her this “gift” and then mutilated her body to avoid any resistance on her part. Yet her face was left untouched, frozen in time while clock near her bed is still running. She was beautiful and young. I was about to rub my face with my hands when I noticed they were covered in blood. I ran to the bathroom to wash it off. As I’m running there I notice blood trail leading me to where I was going in the first place. Turning on the light revealed the murder scene. Bathtub was red and walls were covered with slight blood splatters as if it was made on purpose. As if murder was an artist. Looking into the mirror showed me the possible suspect of this murder. There was writing on it, “WHO AM I?”

By Xeno One.

“Totality of Oneness.”

Everything is racing along its planned path.

Darkness fears our holy wrath.

When it all comes together you will have reached Ascension.

Love is the keyword in the higher dimensions,

and it is an energy that is pure. Our cure.

The ideal conditions for the end times are fast approaching

and the Event is slowly poaching.

You have been preparing for these times over many lives.

Now we come to realize that we limit our own imagination.

Those who choose to remain will have periodic chances of upliftment.

The clocks strike 12, all hands pointing up.

As cleansing and reparation slowly starts,

We embrace what stands before.

Infinity of the cycle has been broken.

Divine Word has been spoken.

“Of All That Is.”

It seems like a dream when you learn of what lies ahead,

but the dream is the one you are leaving.

The world of illusion. Life of confusion.

We tend to work against each other,

rather than in friendly cooperation.

Brotherhood divided to silence salvation.

How many beautiful experiences have you had?

Forget the past that made you feel bad.

Everything will pale into insignificance

once you take your place in the higher dimensions.

Stand firm and know that this is part of the Plan.

Evolving into Galactic Being from a human.

Learn to adapt and go with the flow of these changes.

They’ve been waiting for us to awake for ages.

Surrender to what seems to be occurring.

The messages of light. My eyes reassuring my mind.

No souls are beyond help. They lied.

The Few are destroying the Free Will of the many.

To them, our lives worth less than penny.

We are learning that duality is an illusion,

and bears little resemblance to where we really belong.

No more confusion when fear is gone.

By Xeno One.

Fear not that you aren’t powerful enough.

You are a diamond in a rough.

Allow the wisdom to come from within.

Begin to open your mind and ears to what’s coming.

As witness to this divine timing, hear this divine rhyming.

You were walking in molasses and feeling stagnation.

Light breaks the darkness and here comes liberation.

It is a freedom that is difficult to comprehend,

but deep within we will acknowledge it

as one of our sovereign rights.

Those rights will be restored as you rise up

and become complete.

The sky lights up when we don’t accept defeat.

Can you hear the engines of galactic fleet?

They are fast approaching and can’t wait to help us all.

They grab our hands before we fall,

preventing us from being enslaved by Annunaki.

How can we say that we are not lucky?

Service we receive may seem invisible but noble.

They are energy and we are conduit to set ourselves free.

That’s all I want me and you to be.

By Xeno One.

This is a final spasm of chaos around the world.

Wide awake before my soul is sold.

Move around and shake off the mold.

Unchallengeable empires crumble

and their wealth begins to vanish.

They say, “He, who seeks the Light, will be punished.”

But it’s them who will get banished.

The Dark intends to take us to the very brink of extinction.

Do not fear death or pain for we are under divine action.

We fight to go on. Our might is beyond.

Victory is within our grasp. We destroy the final hasp.

Outside of prison walls, tonight none of us falls.

What Earth won’t bury, She will spit into the space.

Confront the enemy, face to face.

What seems insuperable today will be gone in a twinkling tomorrow.

As days go by we feel less sorrow.

Global society is ready to implode.

The collapse of this world is imminent.

Right as we reach the crossroad.

Motherships make their long waited decent.

It’s “the reset” not “the end”.

By Xeno One.

The past will gradually fade away like a very bad dream.

We all know that nothing is how it seems.

Everyone will face actions that has led to the injury

of another soul. We escape their dark control.

They have played out their hand and have been defeated.

Civilization cannot be saved from the implosion that is taking place.

We’ll be the winners of this deadly race.

The chaos is unavoidable as the old system breaks down.

From the ground, totally new civilization is being born.

Rising like the phoenix from its ashes.

The downward trend reaches its peak.

I know how hard it is to rebuild when you’re weak.

Us and them, we can no longer exist together.

It is better now than never. Separated by words.

The time has come for us to take that great leap forward.

Open your mind and heart for questions to be answered.

Peace gently blankets the whole of our world.

Brand new hope in our hands, we hold.

It spreads across like a breath of fresh air.

We bask in the glory of triumphant fanfares.

By Xeno One.

I still remember the look on your face

when you fell into mud and in disgrace

proclaimed to be a God.

No choice but to back up and take the picture in, whole.

Ill be at the gates of hell, blocking your soul.

You do not belong here. Sin and Fear.

Flesh begins to sear.

Sulfur is in our lungs. Shouting atrocities in tongues.

Temperatures are rising. Flames are hypnotizing.

Don’t give in to a last test for our sin.

Beg for angels to intervene.

One day you will see through my eyes.

Tears will roll down your cheeks and you will realize.

We’ve forgotten where and who we are.

Looking back down the road,

you will understand that you’ve gone too far.

Looking back at the hoard of brain-dead slaves.

We are among our friends now. We are the slaves now.

I hope the shackles are not too tight.

I hope your knuckles aren’t too broken to fight

and to carry out the agenda of the pyramid.

World Wide Surveillance Grid.

Uncle Sam spoon feeds us chemicals.

Bend over and grab your ankles.

You are brain-dead, weak-spirited and heart broken.

Their propaganda buried all the words you’ve spoken.

Bow down and kiss their feet or be erased by darkness fleet.

On this sheet of paper, is this your signature?

Did you give your life to vultures?

So blind and dumb, they didn’t even have to trick you.

Fluoride on the rocks, at least once a day.

With one stroke of a hand, you gave your freedom away.

By Xeno One.