Hail Mary and her faithful flock

from venus_fly_trap - Friday, January 11, 2008
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Karen Zerby is a Pedophile too.

Your blindness grows mother
Out of the center darkness comes
Looking everywhere but there
The void
Pretending faith
Pretending trust
And blaming all under you
Of your very crime
You as Heidi
Sweep, sweep
Sweep them all away
All that would bother
The grandfather
The snowman
Keep him sleeping
So he doesn’t have to listen anymore
So sweep us all under the carpet
Sweep his others under and away
So he doesn’t have to hear us anymore
He wants to sleep, to not be bothered
And no more gypsy king
Abrahim
Speak no more
He left as the snowman fell to sleep
He no more fun
No more women for Abrahim
The snowman has to give the King
And your brother Peter too
Who watches for outsiders
And now alone without
What can you do?
Retrieve those lost
They’ll never listen
Some you’ve killed
Some are blind, deaf and dumb
They are your brothers and sisters
Your children
The picture is not pretty anymore
This fable continues as horror
In the still you can feel the vibrations that are
And this we feel
The stir of deep soul
Bringing back pain from the past
Your blindness stays the confusion
You incestuously conceived
As you hurt those left to your care
Oh wicked mother
Whore
Children born and gone
Instead of caring
You’ve closed your eyes
To un-stir that deep
Personified by your lack of vision
Hail Mary
Queen of the flock
Guardian of all the snowman left
That is you
Glorious and beautiful
You at the center, if you wish to be her
To be her
Who is she?
Shhhhhhh
You who stays in the cave with him
You oh mistress
Who wishes to be
Heidi
Who wishes to be
Maria
Who wishes to be the first
But is only the second prophet and wife
Realise now, you whose name means pure
That your light goes out and you return to nothing
Just as he
If you do not accept all that is your truth and past
Into one
This is the same place that your blindness is
These lay at the center with your dead children
Where is that smell coming from?
Follow it
Follow it
Under the carpet
Under her church
What is it?
Check under the carpet
Look now you pious nuns
Heidi’s and God’s witches
And you will see a generation of death
Some just skeletons
Some have meat still left on the bone
And this is the stench
Children of the nuns
The holy sacrificial women of God
God’s whores
Therefore the dead are the children of god
For their mothers are such
And their graves without respect
Their memory as if they never happened
Just a prayer now and then
And their lights were put out
In the so called temple of the most high God
The most precious gift was blown away
Deserted
You are no better than the regular whore
You who would pretend
The only way to remain is by your children
But you have killed them one by one
Just as you accused America the Whore of doing
Hypocrite
Feel the blood
And smell the iron like scent
Of the wound you’ve let
Feel the strength you’ve called weakness
In the children that search alone