Stephen: Somehow this ‘delay’ doesn’t feel like it’s a long one. By the way, if anyone knows what the ‘C’ is, I’m sure we’d all like to know…
By Poof – March 24, 2013
Greetings and Salutations;
Most of what I have to say, is in the song (below). It really is the end and activity has already begun.
Some must have lost their minds to defy the Treasury Sec(retary), as if they had a choice. The trick is the only choice they had was a new cell to sit in, when they were caught with their pants down around their ankles. The old grey mare ain’t what she used to be, fellas. That greed will get you every time. It’s a vice that will no longer be permitted.
There are a bunch of folks sitting at home with ankle bracelets as the finality arrives. The rest will be hustled off to undisclosed locations at the final moment. Don’t be shocked when the announcements begin, truth can be a real humdinger, and some won’t even believe the evidence when it’s put at the end of their noses.
This will be the real ‘shock and awe’. The ripping down of the ‘Lie’ curtain is happening folks, for the whole world. Not a hole left to hide in.
The C is in the atmosphere now and that’s why there’s all this insanity is happening. The Pope got it and signed off straight away.
Love and Kisses,
Today’s accompanying song: Evermore by Led Zeppelin
Originally sung by Zeppelin’s Robert Plant and Sandy Denny. This live version features Heart’s sisters Ann and Nancy Wilson
The Battle Of Evermore – Lyrics
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone.Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all.Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes.Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.I hear the horses’ thunder down in the valley below,
I’m waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow.The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant’s face is red.Oh war is the common cry, Pick up your swords and fly.
The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know.
Oh, well, the night is long the beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.
The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on.
Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold.
Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back. Bring it back.
At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes.