by Darren James Bighetty

Created on: February 04, 2010

Long ago, there was a time, where many people, were under oppression. They went to priests of the Catholic Church, men, woman, and children. They could not fight the very government that won a war, over their own agenda. As the officials and war officers celebrated, the people of God, suffered still so more persecution. The alchemists and knowledge beholders received their rewards. The days of peace and wholeness, was declared as the young men of God, prayed for deliverance.

Literally propaganda was used to cover up the reality of a biblically proportionate, war of humanity. No, the priests could not comfort masses of people, who, needed help from the alchemists, who, poisoned the children and overpowered, even their own families. Nothing could stop the consequence of a young man of God from the action of an official that dwelled in his own home.

Quietly the men moved in, as, the necaramicals' wore priest suits, and sent the children to a place like Babylon. Mothers' were left under the control of the men, who, practiced anthropology and doctorism of psychologists of the nation. They wanted to see what was inside of peoples' minds. Where happiness comes from. Silently the war continued, as there is a Law of God.

Screams filled the halls of the parliaments of the common peoples legislatives. Only the ghosts of the echoing of the walls know about what happened. Everywhere positions of work were open. People of each society knew not of what to do. Nature was showing signs of the industry as the blackness of the fumes, from the smoke covered the sun from the sky, as the smells drifted through the streets.

The tools of the ancients, gleaming from the suns light, stored in the chambers of silence were prepared for such moments of battle. People lay awake for days, and held their crosses in their hands in the mid night hours. The cry of horrors could be heard in the gates to the mystical lands, ignore not, could the young children of dreams and laughter, and searched for why, they could not go into the woods.

In the day of morning they took me to the porch of the house and after he took me to the temple...

The sun shined, as the children of light danced in the streets, and sang songs of praise towards Heavens, as the Knights of King solomons' temple, quietly returned into the watch towers, as the sign of a calling was heeded and the cross of Christ remained on the grounds, of cavalry, so that the people could see the sacrifice of the son of Father. The silence of the moons light shined on a lady of Carmel.

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