EarthRight Logistics

EarthRight Logistics
Omaxa bin Eartha
December 2008

Religion is rising, yet ready to fall.
The Knowledge is Surprizing, & Calls to Us All.

Traditions are crumbling, gold towers tumbling,
Deep underneath, we feel the Immanent Rumbling.

Got nappies to change, & deals to get done.
Don't dodge your Duty, For now there's nowhere to run.

The uptops are scared, & depressed out of their wits.
Comforts too costly, divorcing their 2-faced twits.

Middleclasses world-round, stagger enstunned,
Their 100 year hubris, by Wisdom outgunned.

Penitent Pentagon & Penns Av,
Repairing the rift, desperate to save,

The last vestige of “bluff & hope”,
The dead era's warlords “Bully” & “Grope”.

Prime men & Presidents, shuffle through meetings,
Diplomatic calls for calm, against fanatical chest-beating.

But today's chest is a keyboard, which gets beat thrice billion as hard,
Fletching Arrows of FIREWORDS back at the social retards.

Retards who took meat as their pay,
“Just beat 'im to pulp, 'til 'e cannot say”.

That “the Land is HIS, & Hers & their Kiddies.
As it was their Ancestors, so for the future's Projenies”.

150 years in the Land of the Brave,
Humble Honour's been Talking,

But the Washington mill,
Just keeps-on walking.

Over the FACTS, over the Science,
Deluded to believe in monetary reliance.

Now at last, the Wall has been blown,
And with it illegal banks are like flies, comin' down.

Yet TERROR still looms, from dangerous inventions
And the Will of the Righteous, breaks to condescension.

While the traps descend to protect the corrupt,
It's EVERY MAN'S Duty, to Resist 30 pieces, to go out & disrupt,

The tyranny of the Law, & the insanity of lawmakers,
The church, the college, the prison, the intellectual isolators.

But damn your anarchy, you bereft of acumen!
Get thee away from politics, if you care for the Children.

And death to your tall shadows
Come to me to be slayed!

For on the Hearts of the Warriors
Your dark magic you played.

Yet it maybe,
That the air is being cleared,
From beyond the three dimensions,
High Wisdom has been heard.

And even the Hawks of DC,
Now humbled to what's True,
Have lowered their colors,
And do what they KNOW they must do.

The Lord of the Earth, has called up the power,
And rallied the Ice King, in this near-boiling hour.

And has agreed, to set the Arctic to once again freeze.
So we may yet be saved, from the flood of death's cold-cold breeze.

It's never really over, down here on Malkuth.
"It's HELL out there!" No Rest for the Truth.

So stagger-along, little-by-little,
Keep your head down, & dance with the fiddle.

For 'tis part of our lot,
that corruption so swings,

While we ignore the High Knowledge
The low beast stings.

...to be continued....