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The Moloch CAUSE…
Causality
Causality is an influence by which one event, process, state, or object contributes to the production of another event, process, state, or object where the cause is partly responsible for the effect, and the effect is partly dependent on the cause. In general, a process has many causes, which are also said to be causal factors for it, and all lie in its past. An effect can in turn be a cause of, or causal factor for, many other effects, which all lie in its future
THE HOLOHOAX DOCUMENTARY - MOLOC/AUST SCAM - GREAT JEWISH LIE
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When this LIE falls, all LIES will fall…we are almost there.
There are still too many so-called alternative media “institutions” that are pushing everything else about chosen people's evil deeds. Still, nobody wants to go here..at the epicenter of all lies…With one swipe, a new clean slate for the West will be created, and White people will be liberated from self-hatred and self-made oppression that is nothing but a product of vile Black magick.
If you are from “Liberated Europe” use VPN…otherwise, this video would not work, it is labeled in Europe as Hate Speech.
https://www.bitchute.com/video/XnAG3gB1PiSI/
You can’t be free if you operate under a myriad of half-truths…
You can handle the whole scope of the truth or you don’t…If you can’t handle the responsibility… go and do something else…find other horizons to dwell about.
And for all you MF who are doing this knowingly the invoice is ready to be served….
Change your ways… promptly…or
Nothing will be forgotten or forgiven…nothing.
Broken Bifrost And Last Guardian of Asgard
Written on: December 6, 2023
Twilight of Gods
Silent Beast is chasing her deflated odds
all I see is red challenging frost
I don’t want to live like the most
I stand on glass-made Bifrost
stranded, the last-standing host
vanished white ghost
I don’t wanna be like the most
I don’t wanna dance alone and be lost
thousands tearing rains
slowly, new blood feels the veins
New Seed takes the reins
vivid tears this night are purposely slain
who wants to walk alone?
who wants to talk alone?
who wants to be another guided incubus drone?
to be
to exist
or begone?
who wants to walk alone?
who wants to be another guided absolved drone?
what happens when all sins fall from the dome
close the door, turn off the Sun
embrace the silence
be the One
who walks the Universe eternally alone?
Why?
because some things must be done
if you want to see the first light pointing at home
Old letters are these days just, too confusing
runes are an ignorant trail that I am constantly losing
Who to spare…
what to choose…
what happens?
when life and death are together spearheaded,
just to see you lose
Property of domain
valiancy put in vile hands of restrain
the matter of the game
hallowed is the name
of those who are not to blame
I guess not, all devils are here
and on this day you can all rot!
Another vengeance,
unused spoiled sentence
left to dry
left to say the last goodbye
Children of Arakis
gatherers of delusion trapped in potent spice
how about you start to play nice
how about you hear my advice
try to play nice…
Greed always dies in the solemn arms of objectable vice
Spartacus like the newborn Sun inevitably will arise
do you, really want to pay the clandestine price?
I am last Guardian of Asgard
I am Hidden, accusing Vanguard
I am the one who writes the hidden book of heavenly standards
who wants to walk alone…
who wants to be another guided confused drone?
what happens, when all sins fall from the top of the dome
close the door, set the phaser to stun or ignore
fire silver bullet, turn off the yellow sun
become a sainted gun
kill the remnants of hollow violence
embrace the silence
be the One
Who wants to walk
in the Universe eternally alone?
Change the game
Change the score
or die alone…
Sentences are dismantling before my eyes
glowing, raging fire in my blue eyes
is turning, into a rain of a thousand possible cries
Do me a favor, for once
hear my advice
learn, how to
play nice….
Some roses are born in apathetic horror
some acts are wild ride to the land of Mordor
Where is your honor?
if you have none...
all this here will be gone
I am the guardian of a sacred fire
I am the cursed object of eternal desire
I am the one who will set this world on judging fire
There will be nothing left to admire
Only a true Phönix will be born from the sacred fire
Hear me or watch the last days of the crumbling empire
I am pyre
I am Death!
In your eyes, I am your last breath
I am the Angel of Death
Guardian of Asgard on broken Bifrost
I take care of souls that are lost
I am the ghost in the sentence that sleeps in most
I am the one who brings the last rites, the last cost
Broken is Bifrost
repent or be ungratefully lost
taken will be the last available cross
On the frozen Bifrost
decided will be the final cost
in the land of the LOST.
I am the One who dances between life and death
I don’t care about the precious lamentations of a usurper named Seth
Naked Absolution or scorching, vile Death
I don’t care...
I will steal your rotten heads
take the life bet…
I am the last vanishing sentence
the last breath
Children of the Seth
Run!, or play death…
Judgment will be set
I am the Angel of Death!
I am the last breath
naked truth
separated, from careless youth
acts in absolute
Broken will be pillars that stand resolute
All, world will become a broken, unwanted mute
I don’t occasionally dwell,
I don’t have to sell
I don’t yell…
Without the power of magick flute
I mercilessly execute…
I am the last standing righteous bastard
Last Guardian of Shining Land, called Asgard
I breathe the sanctity of life
I am the last available sharp knife
about sweet dreams, I decide
the innocent child lost in time
have we already met?
I decide who belongs to the
Kingdom of the Death
On broken Bifrost
I turn loud voices to forgotten frost
I am the guardian of the lost
I am the last Guard standing in the
Land of the Lost
Broken will be polarized, magnetized twins
eaten will be impure and sad, tarnished sins
Do you know …
what does all this mean?
Some words are sin eaters
Some acts are eye-pleasers
Some wars are just sunken teasers
Number seven is my name
I am the purest voice of internal flame
I swim in beloved justice and bastardized fame
I am the One you will certainly hate
I am…
the last chosen date.
I don’t accept grievance,
I don’t accept hate
I am the last standing truth-loving bastard
for you, I AM
The last
Guardian of Asgard!
On broken Bifrost
I will tear your world apart
listen to my voice
be smart…
Accept the given choice
you won’t like my standing invoice.
There is still time
For The child lost in time
Accept the terms that are
pure and divine…
Or lose your shallow, sulphuric spine!
My words are acts of divine
It is time to choose the side
My breath opens the hidden pine
my voice takes you to the land of
eternal Sunrise
think twice
before you,
accept this advice…
I am Death!
I don’t do, vain and empty threads
I am just playing nice…
Be smart
hear my, sincere advice…
or don’t
Be eternally lost
shattered picture in an empty host
Pay, the carnal vice
accept...my “gift “
my condolence prize
fits your true, measured size
how about you learn to play nice?
Maybe then,
this poem
could end, nice...
"Nothing will be forgotten or forgiven…nothing." Amen!!!