My armies! O my armies!: A poem 

I do want to tell you that I never abandoned you all 

Even when I left you with humiliating defeat 

Of course, we face an oblivion, by a machination 

whose deceit never seems to go obsolete 

And our wealth is siphoned off, like the dragons’ empires before us; 

That saw an undeserving end of their Age 

You know there is so much profusion of profligation 

that, can we ever garner the vox populi? 

Even the media just seems to lampoon us, 

Of course, they are themselves infiltrated by an encumbering evil! 

Do you know that everything that is righteous is either hijacked or permeated  

by evil! As old as earth, Adam Kadmon for instance! 

As old as Atlantis, that was doomed! How come everything that is Titanic is doomed? 

You know Osiris fled Atlantis, only to be followed and beleaguered 

by Seth, in his new abode and Kingdom in North-west Africa! 

And talk of more recent times, when the Knights Templar (albeit deserving) 

ferreted out the truths from beneath the Temple at Jerusalem; for some of them 

were descendants of the sangue real lineage. But the evil Church and  

the eviller Philip the Fair rapined the truths from the Knights Templar, under torture! 

And later, the illegitimate English Royalty infiltrating the Scottish Freemasonic Lodges! 

Can you see the Laborers should contemptuously be asked to eat cake, when they ask for bread, without any sense of self-repugnance! 

Because they illegitimately grabbed everything away from the righteous custodians, the Dragons!

(We shouldn’t fear Saint John’s revelation manifesting; the Church should fear, Sapiens Man should fear.

How they degenerately put the fear in us! For such a happening will actually be the manifestation of the Truth!)

You know your records of history are pretentious; real truths are invisible or defaced! 

How, my armies, can I beseech your patience even in looming defeat? 

How I have a borne it for an eternity, this pain, treachery and torture, 

when every moment of these everlasting furlongs, I felt like jumping out of my skin? 

So, my armies, I beseech you to be patient against the overwhelming evil! 

We must believe that there is a destiny that propitiates us for all the sacrifice we have undertaken! 

O Mother, your voice has sounded me through every Age 

There can only be our bravery, intrepidity and integrity, we can depend upon! 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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