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The story of the shroud of Turin
Jacques du Molay was the last Knights Templar grandmaster. The Templars was the richest institution in Europe. The devil King Philip the fair of France, who was bankrupt, eyed the vast Templar wealth. He and the deep sea Church’s Pope Clement V declared the Templars as heretics and had them rounded up and tortured toContinue reading “The story of the shroud of Turin”
The shroud of Turin is not the face of Jesus but the face of Jacques du Molay
I was Jacques du Molay…
I was Jacques du Molay, the last Templar grandmaster, who was burnt at the stake by the evil deep sea Church’s Pope Clement V and the devil’s King Philip the fair. Jacques du Molay was privy to the fact that Jesus was not the chosen one but the chosen one was James the Just. InContinue reading “I was Jacques du Molay…”
Belief in the outcomes: A poem
You are a land rover on my welcoming planet You, like the first life, take me over And I forget the nets of death The alchemy of a billion years like a growing empire knows no fears Every pixel, every binary are your harvest in my prairie It is for you to call all theContinue reading “Belief in the outcomes: A poem “
I have come…: A poem
Fill your pockets with mirth and pleasure around your girth I have come to loosen your laughter and tickle your ribs after Rouse your day with a dream and your saucers with cream I have come with starlight like a rainbow on your right Diamonds and pearls on your collar My humour is worth aContinue reading “I have come…: A poem “
It may have bled, but it couldn’t kill: A poem
It couldn’t kill, though it may have bled The captive is no convict, is free as death Deserts are only an audience for the oasis in the head There is a night of a nemesis for the evil that is met Olive branches are not laurels; and talk of peace is a tragic diatribe whenContinue reading “It may have bled, but it couldn’t kill: A poem “
The dark side of the moon: A poem
On the moon, the chant is heard the Koran of Allah, every word Can’t you see the moon is green? Give it a glance, it is unclean The moon is no mater, pitter patter A hollow shrill, a cat’s chatter Egypt is the Nile, a line of water May the burqa not have your daughter Continue reading “The dark side of the moon: A poem “