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07-04-2008 10:45 AM
Morgellons - The Crime?
Treason Against The Species
By Cliff Mickelson
7-7-6
We all knew it would come.... It was only a matter of time.
It took root among us many long decades ago. It feigned to grow slowly. At first it only whispered: "FEED ME", in a low-key and righteous manner. "FEED ME."
Just a few prisoners here, a few black men there, just an unsuspecting young soldier or two.
They were victims, never missed.
So...
"FEED ME", it said, but now it no longer was whispering...
Still, no one really noticed.
Oh, sure, there were a few malcontents and crackpots who sat up and listened.
"Say, Did you hear that"? They asked America.
No one replied, and so, those who listened... were easily marginalized and quickly silenced.
Now, the criminals grew bolder.
"FEED ME" was soon audible throughout the land.
During the decades of the last half of the twentieth century, what was once criminal caution turned increasingly into criminal arrogance.
FEED ME, FEED ME!.....More and more an endemic and chronic Government secrecy paved the road to the overthrow of the Republic.
Like an acid, it disolved the bonds of human dignity and facilitated the repudiation of the value of the individual as a vital integer of a free nation.
And... through it all, in the background the roar grew stronger....
FEED ME, FEED ME, FEED ME!
Yet still America slept.
Now, the criminals no longer needed to fear. Criminal arrogance was soon replaced with criminal contempt!
Contempt for you. Contempt for me. Contempt!
Criminal contempt.
FEED ME, FEED ME, FEED ME!
So, at long last, here we are. Our journey nears its end...We are all infected. You may not realize your disease yet.
But you are infected. I am infected.
There may only be one sad small difference between you and I.... I know my disease.... I realize I am infected.
My control over my own fate, My sacred right to exercise my ability to affect my own destiny; those things the criminals stole first.
Now, with each new day, I look anew upon the mark of this bondage to which the contempt of criminals has delivered me.
And you? You who have yet to see?
You have also been sold. Now the sound of the jackal is heard everywhere in the land.
FEED ME, FEED ME, FEED ME!
I do not pretend to know what fate my new master holds in store for me. Of course it is easy to imagine death in all its most painful and terrible forms. Yet, why is it so difficult to only believe that this is a benign infection? Perhaps a mistake? Tomorrow I will wake and shake off this nightmare?
I find myself grasping at hope with a ferocity that equals that which now grips me, as it also grips you.
Criminals have stolen among us like assassins at the stroke of midnight. It is a cold, merciless hand that touches everyone. The sound of it befouls every thing.
FEED ME!
Alas, my friends, you do not yet even realize that the criminal hand flies each day above all you have ever loved.
Even now, it grips your children as they play in the school yard. It throttles your retired parents as they unsuspectingly set out to see an America that is no more. It comes for you because it must.
It has an insatiable need:
FEED ME, FEED ME, FEED ME!
And so it is that an unnatural appetite devours an America where once, some decades ago, just a few official criminals were allowed to become criminally arrogant, testing their poisons on just a few other lesser criminals.
Until at long last, like thieves in the night, they finally came for us all.
Such treason! Our own flesh and blood!
Our own fellow citizens! And now our own kith and kin rob us of that which is the most precious of God's gifts:
Our future.
And the cock crowed thrice!
FEED ME, FEED ME, FEED ME!
In closing, dear reader, if there is indeed a hell, then in the darkest corner of fiery torment, may those who have brought this fabric of darkness forth upon our world, receive their just wages.
We must continue to believe that someday there will come a champion.
That we will someday behold our own Pale Rider.
That there will rise up an avenging wraith armed with a sword of justice and it will be wielded against the criminal wrongs done to unsuspecting men and women.
Our faith must give life to that yet unknown avenger for the loss of our innocent little children. Those babes, who even now, are fain to taste the sorrowful sweet joy of life.
For this, we will find the strength to persevere. We will find the will to live.
...And even if it is only for the venal satisfaction of being there on the day when this horrid spawn, this creation of evil, has been rooted out and damned to the blackest of eternity's fires.
And........Even if only it is to hear the words:
WE INDICT THEE, WE INDICT THEE, and....WE CONDEMN THEE.
BUT FEED THEE, ...WE WILL NOT!
For on that day, and only then, will we, as a species,...
Rest In Peace.
- CliffMickelson
Morgellons - The Crime?
Treason Against The Species
By Cliff Mickelson
7-7-6
We all knew it would come.... It was only a matter of time.
It took root among us many long decades ago. It feigned to grow slowly. At first it only whispered: "FEED ME", in a low-key and righteous manner. "FEED ME."
Just a few prisoners here, a few black men there, just an unsuspecting young soldier or two.
They were victims, never missed.
So...
"FEED ME", it said, but now it no longer was whispering...
Still, no one really noticed.
Oh, sure, there were a few malcontents and crackpots who sat up and listened.
"Say, Did you hear that"? They asked America.
No one replied, and so, those who listened... were easily marginalized and quickly silenced.
Now, the criminals grew bolder.
"FEED ME" was soon audible throughout the land.
During the decades of the last half of the twentieth century, what was once criminal caution turned increasingly into criminal arrogance.
FEED ME, FEED ME!.....More and more an endemic and chronic Government secrecy paved the road to the overthrow of the Republic.
Like an acid, it disolved the bonds of human dignity and facilitated the repudiation of the value of the individual as a vital integer of a free nation.
And... through it all, in the background the roar grew stronger....
FEED ME, FEED ME, FEED ME!
Yet still America slept.
Now, the criminals no longer needed to fear. Criminal arrogance was soon replaced with criminal contempt!
Contempt for you. Contempt for me. Contempt!
Criminal contempt.
FEED ME, FEED ME, FEED ME!
So, at long last, here we are. Our journey nears its end...We are all infected. You may not realize your disease yet.
But you are infected. I am infected.
There may only be one sad small difference between you and I.... I know my disease.... I realize I am infected.
My control over my own fate, My sacred right to exercise my ability to affect my own destiny; those things the criminals stole first.
Now, with each new day, I look anew upon the mark of this bondage to which the contempt of criminals has delivered me.
And you? You who have yet to see?
You have also been sold. Now the sound of the jackal is heard everywhere in the land.
FEED ME, FEED ME, FEED ME!
I do not pretend to know what fate my new master holds in store for me. Of course it is easy to imagine death in all its most painful and terrible forms. Yet, why is it so difficult to only believe that this is a benign infection? Perhaps a mistake? Tomorrow I will wake and shake off this nightmare?
I find myself grasping at hope with a ferocity that equals that which now grips me, as it also grips you.
Criminals have stolen among us like assassins at the stroke of midnight. It is a cold, merciless hand that touches everyone. The sound of it befouls every thing.
FEED ME!
Alas, my friends, you do not yet even realize that the criminal hand flies each day above all you have ever loved.
Even now, it grips your children as they play in the school yard. It throttles your retired parents as they unsuspectingly set out to see an America that is no more. It comes for you because it must.
It has an insatiable need:
FEED ME, FEED ME, FEED ME!
And so it is that an unnatural appetite devours an America where once, some decades ago, just a few official criminals were allowed to become criminally arrogant, testing their poisons on just a few other lesser criminals.
Until at long last, like thieves in the night, they finally came for us all.
Such treason! Our own flesh and blood!
Our own fellow citizens! And now our own kith and kin rob us of that which is the most precious of God's gifts:
Our future.
And the cock crowed thrice!
FEED ME, FEED ME, FEED ME!
In closing, dear reader, if there is indeed a hell, then in the darkest corner of fiery torment, may those who have brought this fabric of darkness forth upon our world, receive their just wages.
We must continue to believe that someday there will come a champion.
That we will someday behold our own Pale Rider.
That there will rise up an avenging wraith armed with a sword of justice and it will be wielded against the criminal wrongs done to unsuspecting men and women.
Our faith must give life to that yet unknown avenger for the loss of our innocent little children. Those babes, who even now, are fain to taste the sorrowful sweet joy of life.
For this, we will find the strength to persevere. We will find the will to live.
...And even if it is only for the venal satisfaction of being there on the day when this horrid spawn, this creation of evil, has been rooted out and damned to the blackest of eternity's fires.
And........Even if only it is to hear the words:
WE INDICT THEE, WE INDICT THEE, and....WE CONDEMN THEE.
BUT FEED THEE, ...WE WILL NOT!
For on that day, and only then, will we, as a species,...
Rest In Peace.
- CliffMickelson
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