Know Faith, Know Truth, Know Trust!

For Death Court is not a contract of Faith,

it is not a belief, nor is it written.

When you pass from one realm to another realm,

it is located in the dimensions of which you will cross.

Without mere directions of loss, you stand alone,

alive and held in a force of judgement and the worse.

Fear not what you cannot believe or comprehend.

To conceive the simplicity of pulling a number to stand your turn,

out does the ridiculous of/or, of the Heavenly version of what is a lie.

In Christianity, you will find the Con which channels the Evils from within your core.

In Death Court there is always more.

To stand your ground in defense of your life,

delivers you an opportunity to "Knock Twice."

Once to announce yourself,

and once to know your wealth.

The lies and the excuses you begin to make from here are your undoing.

You have wiped out lives and shelved the existence of Hope willingly, to destroy on purpose with design.

Your constant burn of Human Beings,
 turns what you have created into and onto itself; Personally.

This will be the indignity of which you will endure.

The Millions of turns that each and every person makes to avoid

the contact of what must be; this is your cursed legacy left behind by; See?

This is what will burn you into the everlasting moments of time itself.

The joke you make of Spiritual Belief,

has left this Earth in agony.
This weighs heavily upon my chest.

No health in the Air,

No breeze flows for free.

The cost is what has killed the imagination of

Love and Compassion for healing of any kind from thee.

The oversight of a person, of a Human Being,

pressures each of the people to See what is not, but, should be.

It is the blindness that is your choice, not your need.

You decide what will be your next Might.

Heed the Death you will not see.

For it creeps up gently, with silence in it's repose.

So quietly he arrives, with certainty he stands

to take from you the life you had in this land.
The projectism of every Man will no longer be your mirror or reflection to deflect sin.

My life is not for Knot!

It is the way that Nature spies the Truth on whom has perpetrated the crime,

upon my Youth.
Time will tell, nature has made that clear, my choice in this was dear, but, it was taken by Creation.
The story will be told, regardless of whether or not I am bold.
This is the force of what we refer to as "Natural Disasters."

To survive a horror is only one count on the very many steps that must be taken just to be able

to arrive at such an age that will allow Nature, my Mother, to grace me with the Wisdom to be.

These are the capabilities delivered by her,
 so that I may be able to decipher this twisted mess of a life
 that I have lead thus far on this Planet of ours.

What has happened thus far has been what is Natural to me,
it is however unnatural and uncomfortable for many others that slip in for a listen or a read.

This Tale of Woe is the reality of my life below,
 the radar that money does cover, is the Umbrella almost like their lover.

If the survivor can make it through to Forty Years Old or so,

the people who want her dead, may withdraw such ideas in their head.

Paranoia does not rule in such a natural affair,

for the accord is now beating to a more natural and very different tune.

Age becomes your perimeter as a natural dignity is gifted to you to compliment

what has been graced to you in this life by Creation herself at your birth.

No longer does Death scare this life,
which I call my own.
The one that I cannot or have not been able to live,
free from my family and from other predators that I.D. me so easily.
A lesson that has been difficult to learn,
when you cannot know that you have been taught to be the garbage can or the Scape Goat, you see?

The Parents and the like still do not wish or want to be discovered in this Life.

Denial runs the temperature of the intensity that must be part of my continual survival.

The wish or want from those figures of parental guardians to destroy the innocent,
is powerful, frightening and scares any good man at night.

They do not want to be held accountable for their Cons,
or, their Adulterous Ways, their lies of the Ministry and their lies to all.

They do not want to be caught or assumed to be thieves of the Old or the vulnerable fool.

My family wishes to suffer no shame at all,
spouting, "It's just a game." Don't take it so seriously.

My Mother, my Step-father and the like, all utter the same type.

They will go as far as to Contract by name, to hire a guarantee,
so that this will be considered as a way to silence the Voice,
but the Voice is Me and I object with prudence.

Silence the voice or the one that speaks out for the DEAD,

THE SUICIDES and the DYING,
when you step forward in this way, then you will know that threats do stay.

To those that have run and or hidden themselves from me,

it is obvious to all that they too are in agreement with the original rip-off: The Con!

Of all the past victims as well.

Whether Life brings justice or whether this justice is found in Death.

The Gavel will slam the same,
upon the desk or even the Guillotine will be the noise of finality.

To prove that guilt goes beyond your sin and into the lands of the begin.
I speak with the authority of a girl that has seen.

Assumptions of right or wrong are judged,
they are judged harshly in the Courts of Death.

For in the Courts that name the Laws against taking Human Life,

this is where you stay, until the verdict of your life is granted with the sentence of permenance.

Not by strife or length of time, but by the ones you fear and light candles to keep at bay,
this is the Demon and the Spirits, it is their Lair, their Dungeon, their Courtroom, their Rule.

Think twice before you decide to judge another,
 by deciding you can define the levity of judgement,
 with the clarity of only a brain using 10 % of its natural capacity,
 to determine the fate of another, the fate of a peer.
You are not qualified and you should fear.

The removal of a life,
something you never gave to the one that you have decided to take away.
 This same one you are charged to judge, as a juror, as a peer,

will be the greatest decide of any year.

These crimes which you rationalize away,

you cause me to giggle at your lies and comprehension of what cannot be understood,

the actual individual, the one who has been  placed into your hands for the determination of their fate.

You must have a forked tongue,

even the beatings on tape, that play on U-Tube,

as a Judge whom sits on a Bench of Authority to pass sentence on anyone at anytime,

is able to be free of what they sentenced me.

Removed my children, at 10 and 12 years old,

for much less than that could ever be,

I cannot even compare to he.

No Judge am I, a Mediator I am not and lie did she, in Sacramento, California.

But Steven Weasels took from me my children with glee and lies, he won, I lost, now five years are gone.

Worry? I do not.

For all that will be, has already been done.

My comfort in my own painful days, is simple the patience that brings to light this simple line, so tight.

Not one of you is immune from DEATH,

nor does the door swing both ways for you to explain your deceitfulness in this life.

Two Coins placed upon the eyes,

to pay the Ferrymen.

I know this is a lost reform and wish to speak to you the truth,

your passage has been denied, for the practices of Old have been mocked and are done no more,
because you believe in lies and not tradition.

Good luck to you and yours,

you will be trapped in the Hollows of what Death and Life will never be,

ended with your lies of liberty, replaced with Zombies and the like.

Watch,

"The Serpent in the Rainbow"

Screaming will be for you tonight.
For me, for the first time, maybe I will be alright.

Good Nite