My

Revolution
The Collection
of a
Mad Man
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"I know you are here to kill me. Shoot, coward!
You are only going to kill a man."
~Che Guevara
The Genocidal Denial
Throughout the history of all mankind
The government leaders leave us all blind
As tragedy strikes us...we think we can see
An attack on our so called democracy
But in reality you can not deny
The governments truth is all a lie
When genocide enters all of our minds
Our leaders speak with denial lines
"We speak the truth" so they say
But no one will forget that fateful day
As genocide strikes throughout the night
The Americans and Turks lie in plain sight
As governments lied...the innocent died
When the Armenians were betrayed...
A cover up was made
Our leaders deny to have formed that horrible day
But our eyes see different from what they say
They say "NO! There was no genocide."
But as they say it they run and hide
So I ask "Why can't you see?"
That we are living in a failing democracy
We will take no more of this hypocrisy
and no more of our political tyranny
The Armenian genocide was not a myth...nor a lie
Just another cover up that our governments deny
Yet they get away in such a fashionable style
When we can all see their Genocidal Denial
But in reality you can not deny
The governments truth...is all a lie.

This was made to honor the Armenian culture by

giving out the truth about the genocide that was
made against them by the Turkish government.
Poetic Catastrophe

The planes crashed

The buildings burned.
It was the first time in history
that my mind was overturned.
I wasn't sure on what I saw.
But in the distance I could hear the law.
Hours upon hours I stared up at the sky.
Waiting for another body to fall till they die.
I knew that a tragedy had happened today.
I just wasn't sure on what to say.
But then something happened
that caught me by surprise.
The buildings started falling,
straight from the skies.
I didn't know what to think
after this tragic day.
I didn't think it was possible
for the sky to turn so gray.
We were told by our president
that we were attacked by foreign enemy.
But I knew there was something
that they weren't telling me.
The system thought that they have gotten away.
It was like we were prisoners of Guantanamo bay.
Untrue words I can see.
I knew they were lying to me.
This was the beginning of their tyranny.
The formation of poetic catastrophe.
And to this day,
I march on the streets.
Demanding the truth
in peaceful beats.
But sooner or later
a new era will begin.
And another drastic change
will happen again.
My fist will rise in the air.
Striking a rebellious stare.
I hope this system is ready for me.
It is time for my own poetic catastrophe.
Hear my words uncle sam...
I'm tired of your lies.
Fuck all this shit...
Get ready to die.

This is to represent my feelings towards what

happened on 9/11. In my heart & mind, I know
that 9/11 was an inside job, & I'll keep speaking
out about it as long as I can.
I Love You

I love you.
You love me.
Together forever.
This is destiny.

By the house. By the tree.

By the bed & by the sea.
Together we stare.
Now look at me.

You once told me that

2nd chances were always right.
I always believed you
from morning to night.

Everything was perfect.

Utopia was our love.
But then something happened.
Words cast down like the falling of black doves.

You talked of distraught.

You asked for space.
I obliged for change.
Not lies to my face.

You took my hand

& said it's all over.
You said I'll find more.
Even though you're like no other.

I can't shake these feelings.

I can't change the past.
These thoughts are forever.
But the love was more vast.

I love you...
You love me?
Together forever?
So much for destiny...

Here, I basically give out a situation that

I ended up getting into. I fell in love with
a certain person, and of course thought it
was the real thing, but then later found to
be heart broken once again.
You & Me. Not You & You

Never have you

Ever
Verified your existence.
Ever since I met you
Rage never made sense.

Would you ever

Isolate me through your
Love & through your
Life?

I ask myself this

Because
Ever since I met you

You wanted me to be you.

One thing is certain though. I am
Useless without you. I just can't be you.

There are just those relationships where you

feel like you're being controlled to do things
for the person you're with, & then later on in
life you start to wonder who you really are any-
more. So this is just me saying I'm not going to
be that person they want me to be any longer.
R.I.P.

When we were kids

I remember the hatred.
The hatred we shared.
Not a day went by
that we were happy.
Our lives almost
seemed disfigured.

But how we became friends

that's what I remember
the most.
You searched your heart
& you stood up for me.
It was if you chastised
my hatred with trust.
One day I know though.
You were not there.
News came that someone died.
Then & there I knew who.
People cried.
So did I.
Not a moment went by
that I didn't think of you.
No matter the cause.
No matter the reasons why.
You were my friend
& just maybe my brother.
I'll never forget you.
I promise.
Goodbye my friend.
I'll miss you.

I made this to give my respects to a person

I knew named Trevor Burchette. He was some-
one that I can really relate to now since we were
both perceived as different in society. He ended
up getting killed during middle school, & this is
to finally honor him.
Untrue Destiny

She's a stranger to the sea,

the sea of tranquility.
Bound by the life of me,
the life of morality.
Filled with disgust
& raged by agony.
Never in my days have I suffered
by the pretense of destiny.
Strangled by the lies
but kept alive by the memories.
Never were my eyes opened
by the truth that was kept unspoken.
Limitless lies
told by the truthers.
My heart was stabbed.
There she aimed for which she murders.
Fate...
such an askewed word.
Forever will it illusion the minds
of the unchosen herd.
And so...
the question I still wonder.
Never fallen & never died...
Do I still love her?
Chastising my conscience
by the guilt never told to be.
But I do know...
that I wont let this build up inside of me.
Maybe it was all just a metaphor.
Maybe it was just a lie.
But either way,
it can never die.
So do I love her?
Maybe so...
There's still no telling.
No way for me to know.
But still...
I wont let this build up inside of me.
Never...
Never again...
Will I let this build up inside of me.

It's pretty self-explanatory. That no matter how

much you love a certain person, you know that
you can't go back to her. You know the pain would
be far too much to endure.
Unknown Soldier

Unknown Soldier
Where may you be?
Unknown Soldier
Are you lost under the sea?
Unknown Soldier
Are you sinking in the sand?
Unknown Soldier
Are you upon unknown land?
You fought for your country
That'll never be taken away.
You died for us all
You brought light upon our day.
Never shall you be forgotten
Together we shall say amen.
We may not be able to see you
But you'll be lost forever never again.

I really was trying to express here that, no

matter what country you're fighting for, you
deserve to have your name honored. Though,
there are those that are never honored, & so
I saw this as my opportunity to finally give them
what they deserved.
False God

Hello there God.

Where have you been?
I've always wondered,
have you committed a sin?
"Thou shall not lie"
is that not what you said?
When I was a young boy
I prayed to you by the bed.
But the days have grown longer
and I have yet to see them.
Your once great brightness
is now growing dim.
I had faith in you once.
I thought I saw the light.
But the longer I thought about it
I knew it couldn't be right.
Forget all the stories.
Forget that the bible exists.
Where is your proof?
How long is the list?
How could heaven exist when
you say peace is everywhere.
When we all can see that,
here on earth, peace is nowhere.
I guess I lost faith.
I see you as a fake.
Or maybe my eyes are now open.
I am now finally awake.
You can't lie to me anymore.
Forever you've been a hypocrite.
Religion is your propaganda.
Forever lying on false shit.
Don't take this the wrong way.
I know it's not fair.
I've just learned the truth...
The truth that you're not there.

Another self-explanatory poem. Just expressing

my belief of there being no god & that through
my years it became something I just gained
step-by-step in life.
German Love

Liebe.
Was kann ich sagen?
Ist es haltbar für immer,
Oder gerade bis zum Ende des Tages?

Wenn Sie meine Augen untersuchen können

und sagen Sie wirklich, dass Sie mich lieben?
Sind Sie wirklich derjenige,
oder gerade ein Können sein?

Was dafür sein kann

Ich hoffe, dass es dauert.
Weil Ewigkeit nicht lang ist.
Die Tage gehen schnell vorbei.

So wirklich,
ist das liebt wirklich?
Wenn so dann meine Hand Sie nehmen
und zusammen leben wir die weiße Taube.

A kind of random poem. If you're able to

translate it you'll see it's just a love poem.
Added that I know some german, so I thought
it be interesting to give this love story some
foreign spice to it.
Apathy At It's Finest

As the bittersweet sun

swallows the sky,
the sounds of millions of man
can be heard by every step.

Though not a care is found

by the most intelligent of beasts.
There the shallow animals
move on without regret.

So there goes man

walking innocently on the road.
Then came the animal
running man over with a smile.

But I guess that is life.

Apathy at it's finest.
We'll always be the voiceless.
And the animals never caring.

So how does it feel?

Here, I'm really speaking out against those

that choose to kill animals because of how
they see them as just pieces of meat instead
of life like us. And when we show them that
they have feelings like us, they just don't care
and kill them anyways. So, I decided to make
it an inverse world where we can finally feel
what the animals are feeling. Let the human
race get a dose of their own apathetic actions.
What Dirty Mind You Have

(phone starts ringing)

"Hello?
Hi!
I heard you can
give a man whatever
he wants.

(She chuckles)
Ohhh...
Why yes I can.

Great!
How fast can
you get here?

Whenever you want.

Mmmmmmm....
What is it that
you want me to do?

Well let's just say that

I have some nuts needed
to be handled & my
pipe needs a fix up.

Oooo...
I'll be right there."

20 minutes later
along with a door bell.

"Hey there sexy!

You ready to do this?

Yeah, I guess.
There's the sink.
I'll pay you once
the plumbing is fixed."

(You Pervert)

A failed humorous, in my opinion, poem.

Just pointing out the certain embarrasing
moments that could really happen in real
life.
Carpe Diem

Dear life, oh please, where have you gone?

Can you tell me you will get through?
You went so fast from dusk to dawn.
Your days are more, but mine are few.

Is this my cause, I live to die?

It's free to live, but death as slaves.
The time I blink, the time goes by.
Just like the sea. We go in waves.

I guess that's it. Brought in then done.

I know it's sad, but life's not hard.
It's not complex, so just have fun.
I will not fear. Nothing to guard.

To all who do, it is okay.

Give life no chance. Just seize the day.

Basically just expressing my belief that we

all need to live life to the very fullest. That
life is far too short to just sit back & pretend
that we have enough time to do what we want
after we do the things we hate to do.
Reverse Psychology

The winter night blowing.

The summer time soaring.
The sun light roaring.
The rainy season pouring.

Love is in the air.

While hate is down there.
Friendship is out to share.
While enemies stay un-fair.

You see that it is either

this or that, & not both with a lie.
You told me if I did you a favor
that you'd love me forever always.

I see now that your lie

has affected the most of me.
I was forever scarred
by reverse psychology.

Here, I explain how love can be very deceitful

and that, if not cautious about these certain
things, then you might find your heart broken
sooner than expected.
1984

The world dysfunction

of the mass population.
Controlled as slaves &
run by a one world nation.

Chemicals in the air.

Behold, the air that we choke.
Chemicals in the water.
Yet it's seen as a joke.

Everywhere we go
they track us by the mile.
Doesn't matter where we are.
They have our name & picture on file.

Injecting us with poison.

Letting the babies suffer worse.
Let's look at your new messiah,
bringing the youth brigade in by force.

Wake up sheeple!
They'll kill you under their hoods.
If you don't believe me
then search "Operation Northwoods".

The mainstream media is controlled.

They keep us packed in the programmed herd.
These people will deceive you.
Trademarked as the "Mockingbird".

Look up "Project Artichoke".

Drugging us with LSD.
They control people's mind
by using their slogan "It's Free!"

They attack us in the shadows.

It's what we would call "False Flag".
9/11 was an inside job!
Each person was marked.
Just look at their tag.

Do you actually believe

that our voting counts?
It's not an election.
It's a selection.

Everything is being controlled.

Just look around you.
It's the New World Order,
& we're none of the chosen few.

The Elite won't stop here.

They're thriving for more.
Our rights are now gone.
Welcome to 1984.
Now right here I'm giving out a clear message
against the very elements within our system that
are taking over this country behind the shadows.
I give out many facts here that you can look up
for yourself to finally wake you up & get you to
learn the truth of what's going on in this world.
What Happened to Billy?

Billy,
What have you done?
You used to be fair.
But now you take my gun.

Billy,
Why can't you see?
That the money you've taken
Is effecting me.

Billy,
What are you doing?
You've become the reason
Of the house that I'm losing.

Billy,
You're out of control.
Our friendship is stumbling.
It's falling in a hole.

So Billy,
Oh Billy,
Are you coming back?
Good bye Billy.

If you really don't get the concept here,

I'm basically explaining how the government
has been acting lately in this country. Billy =
Government.
A Pirates Life

Avast ye mate.
Let down the anchor.
Our ship is in a need
To stop.

We are sinking rapidly

And the waters are
Getting deeper.

We once roamed the

Seven seas & felt
Nothing could go wrong.

But now we're disappearing.

One by one
As we walk on the plank.

So hear my words,
We must now take our
Ship back.
For we were born for this.
We are the Pirates of
The sea.

I've always seen the rebels of this world

as the modern day pirates & feel like the
sea of back then is our economy of the
now. And so, like the pirates, we must
take our land back.
Seize the Virgin

Gather ye ivy while thy suffer,

My time will not be short.
Thy is lazy & will have no other.
I shall live while ye in underground fort.

You may go to heaven, good luck with that.

How fun, thy welcomed by grandma kisses.
You race for love? Thy is ugly & fat.
Go ahead & "live". I'll take care of your misses.

My age is better, for it is longer.

Your youth & blood will soon be cold.
You'll die at age younger.
While I shall die old.

So go, go seize your day.

I'll laugh as I live my one.
Me & your lover, in bed we'll lay.
So die as thy virgin. Hope you'll have fun.

This was a parody that I did in my English 4 class.

In my true heart I will seize the day.

Hacked Justice

The bastard son

Of Society.
Enraged by the rules
Suffering from the agony.

Beat downed & charged

With no reasons why.
Just the color of his shirt.
As black as the night sky.

Brought into court

Without Habeas by his side.

Asking if he could speak

But was treated with no respect.
Asked why he's here.
They respond, "You're wearing black.
What do you expect?"

They charged him by his looks

Based under the Patriot Act.
Innocence being threatened.
Justice has been hacked.

Here, I'm pointing out the corruption that

has taken over this country & the world
basically. Showing that, what society perceives
a certain person, a lot of trouble can come
from it based on biased perspectives.
The World Is Crying

Brace yourself,
As we embark on a journey
Surrounded by the dieties
Of One self.

Perplexed by illusions traced

Down through un-amnestic
Memories.

Built from ground up.

Grasping the complexity of our
Self designed benevolence.

The cries can be heard

Beyond the saturated lies
That was once bewildered by
The sake of civil human rights.

Paralleled to the aging sun

As time dies out.
Embracing our self fulfillment
To someday do righteousness.

From this poem to "Can You Hear The World?"

I want you to try & make a meaning for yourself
on what you think these poems represent. Create
your own journey.
Live to Die. Die to Live

Filling the fills

Spilling the thrills
Gaining the gaps in ones
Conscience.

Bestowed through the

Viscera of life.
Facing the anguish based
On one's pre-determined
Morality.

The transcendence
That we keep hidden within
Our own heart will someday
Explode and shall release
Our nightly visions.

The fear of death

Is to fear life.
So free your fears
For you will surely
Be free.
Novus Ordo Seclorum

Preemptive wars
By the New World Kings.
Gazing upon the avarice of
Apathetic power.

Questions fringed with

Restraints.

As the Apologetics
Of top minds defer the
Answers of known
Secrets.

Sitting idly as the

Bitter truth slips away.
Knowing once Mother
Earth was free.

Anticipate the desolate

World.
For nothing else matters
'Till the Kings are held
Accountable for.
Futile War

In a time of war
The aroma of
Bellicosed soldiers
March on the streets
Like waves.

The contiguous unity

They seem to grasp.
It's as if one can
Possess such a
Diligent mind.

In a time of war
The assemblance of such
Masochistic warriors
March on the sands
Searching for death.

The lurid screams

That all come together
To pervade those that
Deny.

You see,
In a time of war
Such a futile war,
Each fight for such
Latent Gods.
And all come together
By the sounds of imminent
Disaster.

What fucking useless wars...

Can We?

Can one grasp such

Vivacious boundaries
Without the undermined
Tides sweeping over?

Can humanity
Free themselves from
The dogmatic apathy
That is gestured by
Leaders of all kind?

Can prosperity gain

Itself in our economy
Where man is finally
Eminent in one's
Self capabilities?

Can we?
Should we?

One can only hope.

Criminalized Innocence

Deep in the
Bowels of one's
Constant fight
For life.

Millions suffer the

Slave based prisons
As many others
Have already through
Antiquitous history.

The law abiding man

Can only perceive
One's thoughts
By the point of a
Finger towards the
Goats of society.

The silent call of

Mumia Abu-Jamal
Can only be silent
For so long
Till the criminalized
Innocence persevere
For justice.
As each fist soars
And each voice roars
We will expose that
Authority is not truth.
For truth is our authority.
Mother Dear

The calling sounds

For blatant ethnicities
Rumble the ancient
Grounds of our
Falling gods for which
Has been stolen.

Devotion to life became

Misguided by
Our lost sense of
Time
As the lonely stars
Of our planetary existence
Died out.

Though our
Harmonious efforts
To be heard
By the orchestra of
Time
Can still be
Seen by our ancient
Mother.

Where we go
From here
Can only be determined
By our alacrity that
Dwells deep
In the universe
Of our hearts as
We conjure the beats of
Life as one.
Pre-Packaged Salvation

The economic
Destitute of our
Civilization
Has grown in
Numbers for which
We cannot attain
Any longer.

The down sizing

Of the necessities
Has avast our
Free will
As a species in the
Search of ancient history.

The susceptibilities of
Human nature has
Blown vastly out of
Proportion to
Where the presense
Of the soul heart
Lies deep
In the long forgotten gardens.

The strings that keep together

All that we see
Will soon fall astray
As the melody of life
Shall become the
Prenatal Melancholy
Of chaos.
Progressional Perceptions

Progression to madness.
When treated as something
less than human,
is it a surprise to see the results?

Perceptions define us
and our world,
but if we only exercise our ears
and not our thoughts
the world is no longer ours.

If we shut off our senses,

the world exists
even if we don't know it.

Lies can cover the truth,

our eyes can uncover it
if we only search.
Can You Hear The World?

Down past the gardens

And across the open lake
Can you see the world
Groomed under free soil?

At night you can hear

The call of the ancient grounds.
But are they of the past
Or a warning needing to be heard?

As you stare up at the sky

Gazing deep in the motion of thought
Do you look past the stars
And see the future?

When the world goes quiet

Can you hear of what's coming?
When the world goes quiet
Will the world still be here?

Stay quiet
And listen...
The world is speaking to you.
The world is warning you.

Get ready...
Blind Mischief

Come with me &

Let's walk down the road.
To the prison factory
Where animals are the load.

Can you hear the screams

Echoing through the walls,
Or the sounds of silence
Frequenced with no calls?

Nothing is being done.

This is our blind mischief.
Lies being kept secret.
To the apathetics it's a myth.

Just look at these Scientists.

Putting innocence under the knife.
You demand for them to stop.
They respond, "But it's for life."

Watching life get thrown away

Like it's a piece of trash.
While the innocent are killed
Their murderers get cash.

We see the victims on one's shoulder

And others on our plate.
I refuse to be the consumer.
This shouldn't be their fate.

This is our blind mischief.

I try representing the very things that we

let get done without us knowing. Which I
give an example by using the very true story
of how we let animals get tortured to death
by these factory farms & yet do nothing
about it.
R.I.P. Michael

Morning passes by
In silence. Waiting the
Call that you're coming back
Home.
All that was
Ever needed was your
Love for living life.

Death came by the doorstep.

Everyone went quiet as our
Hearts exploded. A car
Accident was all that was needed.
Resting now six feet under.
Time will go by, but you'll be remembered forever.

This is to honor a fellow student, named Michael

Dehart, who was killed in a car accident. Showing
that, it doesn't really matter if he is dead, he'll
always live on in our mind & in our heart.
So Rich I Want To Kill
Myself

The corporate ego

Of our self-indulgence
Has masqueraded the
Lifestyle of our own
Free will.

We work as the
Sponsored slaves.
Holding up our lives
As the minimum wage.

Dressed as if the
Funeral is beginning.
Pointing our fingers
Towards the ones that
Are sinning.

Our gluttoned appetite

For the debt-holders
Stock has defaced the
Truth, which is hidden
Behind each dollar.

Playing a rich man's

Game as you raise
Your head in shame.
Doing what you're told,
Living up the fame.

Whatever you may own

Will end up owning you.
A puppet of your dociled
Mind.

The acts that you've

committed.
Which one may it be?
Conformity or suicide?

Please tell me,

What is the difference?

Here, I'm explaining how, through conformity,

we are basically committing suicide. And that's
how I perceive most of the rich folks within our
country that shows no respect for the middle or
low class, just so they can pretend to be the very
things they're not. Deep inside, they know they
are just as poor as us.
Beyond Billy's Belligerent
Boundaries

Beyond Billy's belligerent boundaries

His dormant days dangle diligently.
An annex at his alacritous attention-span
Dwells deep down the devil's den.

An esoteric enchantment eases

His malign mind-set, mending
The noxious neglection
Beyond Billy's belligerent boundaries.

Salvaging his surreptitious sanity.

Instigating imminent disaster.
Luring love in his lustrous life
Is beyond Billy's belligerent boundaries.

Behold, Billy's boundaries.

Dancing in the devil's den.

Pretty much another random poem. I made

this for a friend of mine named Mckenzie who
had to turn in an alliteration poem for her class.
So I made this for her. It basically represents
no matter how good you claim to be, you always
have that sinner inside you
The Phoenix

Birds
Burning bright
Under the ashes
Of the reborn chosen
Few
Self-explanatory. Just representing the mystical
beliefs by some of reincarnation. I, myself, don't
believe it, but it's a remarkable thought to go
through in your head. Wouldn't you want to be
the next phoenix? I know I would!
The Watery Death

Trapped within the seas

As my passion was to swim.
Pulled down by the beast
With razor sharp teeth.
At least one of us will live.

Just giving out a certain situation that can

happen at any moment. And really, that the
irony is that one of you WILL survive over
the other. At least most of the time.
The False-Flagged
Depression

The buildings are in a roar.

Riots broke out in each floor.
Stocks are overflowing.
Debt is overloading.
Yet the rich ask for more.

Here, I'm expressing my belief that the major

banks that failed was let happened on purpose.
That's why it's called "false-flag". We committed
that crime & then pointed our fingers at the banks
to just bring in more debt to take society into
submission.
40

Happy birthday to you!

Look at your new white hair-do.
I guess time has gone by.
Just hope you don't get a broken thigh.

Living 40 years now.

You must know a lot.
You look younger than
Ever.....Not!

You know I'm just kidding.

I don't always mean what I say.
It's just funny seeing you
Get older every day.

Just wait till you're 50.

The day you ask me, "Who are you?"
10 more years till alzheimers.
Happy birthday to you!

40 years of love!

I made this particuraly for my mothers 40th

birthday, but when I started writing it I wanted it
to represent, not only my mothers 40th birthday,
but also my father's 40th birthday.
Sunday

Cast your bibles at my hatred.

I hope you don't miss.
Trying to conform me
Into the very thing I'm not.

Every Sunday you talk of evil.

Yet you never seem to look in the mirror.
Don't think I can't see.
You're as guilty as everyone else.

Your solutions bring me less

In life than what is granted.
Why should I pay for my sins
When your prayer is false.

My life is not forever.

Just please stay out of it.
I don't want your agenda.
Your lies have brought me hate.

As I'm staring in the news

And reports are told of a murder.
I can't seem to stop staring at
The Bible beside the victim.

You're the disease.

You're the murderer.
Don't think I can't see.
You're as guilty as everyone else.

I don't want your fucking religion

Merely just giving out my thoughts on how I

see most religious people these days doing to
people like me who choose to think more
logically than to blindly have faith on something
that can't be proven.
Mr. Friendly

Astoundance is in accord
As the mad man perceives us all.
His name is Mr. Friendly,
More friendly less than all.

Fluctuated frequencies by
Every step he takes, losing no posture.
Smooth based structure
From heel to toe.
Each eye glancing, plastering
Their visualization on the trained stance.
Staggering youthed women,
Blissed from their ignorance.

Blinded by the beauty,

But exposed by the blind.
Thinking he's Mr. perfect,
You'll see what he gives, you'll feel what you
Find.

The undesired sexual desires,

Feeling the unwanted gaps between
One's legs.
Behold, Mr. Friendly's unfriendly Mr.
More friendly, not at all.
This is to show that, no matter what someone looks

like, that person can be the complete opposite than

what you first thought of him/her. You could

become that person's next victim.
The Devil's Bitch

I look in the eyes

Of the serpent's head,
Diabolically screaming
As the walls turned red.

Agonizing pain, gestured

By my name in vain.
Fearing your name,
I'm going insane.

Hearing the screams,

One hour of Hell.
Blood pouring down in
The Devil Bitch's veil.

I open my eyes,
"It's only a dream my son."
Who is that speaking?
Oh no, Mrs. Chilton!

God damnit!

Really, only those that went to school with

me would understand where I'm getting at
here lol. Mrs. Chilton was a total BITCH!!!
The Unbeatable Puzzle

Damn this curse

That has forsaken me.
Why can't it just
Leave me alone?

I criss & cross,

Go up & down.
I can't beat this puzzle,
And neither can you!

Love,
Sound,
Breeze,
Field,
Life,
Grieve.

KSELRN
CILLEI
UHZUVW
FTZOE
UYN
P

Hey, you heard the man, figure it out your

damned self. lol. But really, it's also a
metaphorical poem representing how life
can be like a complicated puzzle sometimes.
Everything just becomes scrambled & your're
left at not knowing what to do.
Extenze

Pop that pill

And see the effects.
Get bigger & bigger
For late night sex.

How does it feel

To have a drug-addict dick,
Trying to please
The size-addict chick?

This is me expressing my hatred towards those

stupid extenze pills making men think they need
to get bigger so that they can have a happy life.
I say, if that bitch can't love you because of who
you are in the inside, then she don't deserve you.
Fuck popping pills just to please someone.
Red Rum Desserts

Panicking in the mind, trying to

Understand
The reason behind your action.

Isolating the
Need to use your mind.
Forgetting the difference between
Right & wrong.
Odds are you'll
Never
Truly understand.

Obsessed over the

Fear-conquering feeling.

Allowing your stress to take control.

Murdering without the

Interest of knowing why.
Reasons beyond what is
Right. Maintaining no control
Over your mind.
Resting now in jail, no longer stressed.

The only thing I’m going to tell you is that there is

a hidden message within this poem. See if you can
figure it out.
A Dedication

This is a dedication,
A dedication to you.
A dedication to them,
And a dedication to him.

Mr. President,
I dedicate this to you.
A dedication to all
The rich white few.

A dedication to our
Capitalist nation.
I dedicate this to
The American inflation.

This is a dedication,
A dedication to you.
A middle finger in the air
With a big "FUCK YOU!"

Pretty much what it says. It's a dedication

that all of us are giving to this corrupted
government & everything else that is bad
in this world.
Ameri-KKK-a

Welcome to Amerika,
Ran by Capitalist-based slavery.
Corporate-Fascist Neo-Cons.
No longer the land of the free.

You kill our fucking babies,

And use the rest for your wars.
You're richer than a king,
Yet you keep demanding more.

Look at President Obama,

Giving money to racist unions.
Is all of this planned
In the Bilderberg reunion?

This country still can't admit

That Gay's deserve their rights.
Two-partied racist Tyranny.
Live, on-air, they pretend to fight.

Let's look at global warming.

The people being blamed by Uncle Sam.
Yet 30,000 scientists agree
That it's a multi-billion dollar scam.

Fuck what you may think.

It is no longer white supremacy.
The Elite have evolved.
If you want to survive then you pay with a fee.

This is the New World Order,

And this is their propaganda.
Racist bigoted hysteria.
Welcome to Amerika.

Here, I'm showing how racism is the very

essence of how America runs these days.
That it's no longer white supremacy that rules,
but hidden racism that the mainstream media
covers up with a story that seems harmless.
Leaving us as the sheeple of America.
Revolution

Popping & locking,

The Revolution is
Never stopping.

Hitting the streets.

The time is now
In taking action.

Standing together
Against the
Illuminatus faction.
Marching to Washington,
Showing them our reactions.

Attacking the White House,

Blowing the building into
Fractions.
Mission complete in our
Revolutionary attraction.

I'll grab a fucking mic

With a gun in my hand.
Speaking loud, true words,
I am now a free man!

This was actually something I started singing

to myself after listening to "Immortal Technique".
It's not one of their songs, but they're highly
political & really aggressive with their hip-hop
music. So I started thinking of one in my own
head, & this came up. So I written it down & made
it my next aggressive poem straight from the heart.
The Galaxy Song

Utopian Words
Beyond our world.
Frequenced in keys.
An orchestra of time.

A conscience in the sky

Speaking to us so gently.
Raising the bars further
Than what we can perceive.

The glowing red flares

Beating within the rhymes
Of the stars.

The speaking of life

Through a guided message.
Caressing our hearts
Through the melody of
Our mysterious galaxy.

For those that are religious, no I'm not

talking about God in this. There was a news
article that came up about where we got a
transmitted message of some sorts from the
planet Saturn. It was pretty much static at
first until they worked around with it's
frequencies. It then later became some kind
of song-like tune. Whether this was by another
life or not, this in my mind became the first
song made by the galaxy.
Candle Light

The liquidated wax,

Boiled down to it's core.
Hardened & born,
Lit up then more.

As the light grows dimmer

And the candle burns down,
Time goes by until
The light is no longer found.

This is a metaphorical message expressing

how I perceive life as. We live then die, but
what we do in between is what gives us our
light in life.
No Room For You

Where do you stand

In my self-preserved life?
How do you plan to
Be happy as my wife?

You take control of

What I want;
What I need;
And where I stand.
I've become the product
Of your own brand.

Please show me where

I can fit you in my plans.
Where did it say my life
Revolved around you?

I do not hate you.

If only you knew.
I want you in my life,
I just don't have room for you.

Here, I'm explaining how there are just those

times where, even though you love her, you
have to be willing to tell her no & let her go
to make sure you don't hurt her in the long
run. Just one of those moments where the quote,
"If you love her then you'll let her go", comes into
mind.
The Four Elements

The land of our

Ancient mother
Has evolved
Over time.

The mountains of
Fire have abrupted
Through a singular
Path.

The winds of the

Gods have spoken,
Though not always
Known.

And the belly of

The watery beast
Remains as the birthplace
Of life itself.

Me just explaining the evolutionary cycle in

a way metaphorically by using the four elements.
Earth, Fire, Air, Water.
Ida

At last the discovery

That'll explain it all.
The evolutionary process
Has finally got the call.

The link of all beings

Hidden within the mud.
It was like discovering
God or the great flood.

Preserved & finalized

With the imaging of it's fur.
Half primate, half lemur.
They found it to be a her.

The origins of man.

The world can now see.
The dream of Charles Darwin.
The end of false prophecy.

Her name is Ida,

And she is the missing link.

Now here, I'm representing the new fossil that

was found. This fossil became the very evidence
to prove Charles Darwin's theory of evolution
true. Ida, the new fossil's name, has been found
to be our earliest ancestor of the human
evolutionary cycle.
The 140 Hand Job

140 strokes
By the palms of
My hands.
Rough & sweaty.

All night long.

Try to keep along.
This is how you
Clean a window.
What?
Pervert!

I made this poem for a challenge that was made

to get people to try & make a understandable
poem using Twitter. On Twitter, you are only
allowed to use 140 characters. So it was a good
challenge, & decided to give it some humor with
it.
Sinner By Choice

Break your chains

From the immortal one.
And spread your wings
To the dead.

Live free from the

Golden gates &
Prosper as your
Own being.

Told to bow to
The first man of known.
Though refuse to do
So, no matter the cause.

This is not my
Life & I refuse to
Live your own. I'm not
A sinner, I'm just free.

My name...
My name is Lucifer.
And the man I was told
To bow down to was Adam.

Who's the bad guy now?

Right here, I'm giving out the story of why Lucifer
was banned from Heaven by God. This was in
banned scripture, & people these days don't even
know it & automatically think that Lucifer was a
REALLY EVIL person. But here, I'm showing that,
really, he did the same thing that all of us would
have done. We would've never bowed down to
anyone just because we were told to. So I'm letting
you ask yourself...who was really the bad guy?
I Died Before I Could
Finish This Poem

A rainy night
As I can see,
Looking out my
Window, a cement
Sea.

Driving home
With my wife &
Kids.
Hope nothing
Goes wrong, God
Forbid.

I take all the

Precautions.
I look back more
Than once.
Letting others
Drive by safely,
Showing my reverence.

I try so hard
To make sure my
Family is safe,
That my hands to
My eyes begin to
Chafe.

I'm wearing myself

To death.
I can no longer
Stay awake.
I rest my head
And dream away.
Far that I knew
That this was a
Mistake.

Letting go of the
Wheel, without a
Soul to know.
Curving to the
Side, and then...

I'm giving a situation that tends to happen

on the road a lot. Normal people who are
law-abiding citizens. Wearing their seat belts,
and checking their mirrors at a constant basis.
But, never tend to realize that they are only
wearing themselves out to where they become
tired & then accidentally fall asleep. Which,
most of the time, becomes their later demise.
False Messiah

Tell your Messiah,

Hidden in the shadows
Of the weak,
That I'll never fall
For his deadly tricks.

Giving the chastised

Mind ready to think.
Filling the memories
With scriptures &
Deceit.

False prophecy,
Broken & torn by
Submerged thorns
Of your trained docile
Mind.

Breaking down the

Walls of your insignificance.
Giving hell to those
Of the Machiavelli plot.
Never forgiving the church
Of Deceit.

Ashes covering the streets

Of Bethlehem,
Angels exposed as the
Sinners of your
False Messiah.

Very self-explanatory. Expressing my dis-belief

in God & really showing how I'm against most
churches work now. Getting people to pay for
their sins, when all that church does is use that
money for their own self-enjoyment. Exposing that
even they are sinners behind the mirror.
The American Dream

Living large
In the corporate
Standards of
Profitable Banks.

Getting richer as
The world is
Crashing down.

Filling yourselves
With the very
Substances that will
Only prosper after
Death.

Drugs being shipped

To grab the gains.
Fighting the street wars
When it reaches the
Profit in our names.

Bow to the green

Paper gods for that
They worship. Only to
Later realize the
Interest is more than
The gain.

I cannot live by these

Terms. I cannot evolve
With these chains.
Fuck the American Dream.
I'll live my own dream.

Here, I'm exposing the very corruption within

the "american dream". Showing that, when most
people reach that dream, they have a dark history
behind them that led them there. Drugs, scams,
death, etc. Expressing that I'll live my own dream
instead of the capitalist-designed dream.
The Fascist Regime

The Queen,
The Queen.
The royal fascist
That's left unseen.

The King,
The King.
True liberty
Is stumbling.

The President,
The President.
He says we're free,
But lives like a King.

Living in a world
Based on hidden Monarchy.

This is me basically explaining how we still

live within a Monarchic-styled governmental
system. Go ahead & search for the blood-lines
between all the American Presidents. You'll then
realize that they are all connected quite close to
each other in some way within the blood-line.
2012

Under the guise

That you've lain,
There is the story
of Y2K.

Showing the world

To be afraid.
That there will be
No hope. "You'll die
On this day."

Giving excuses for

Your lies.
Sacreamenting your
Diseased beliefs.

Waiting until the

Clock runs out.
"You will not survive."
The gesture given on
That day.

Come one & all,

You'll have to pay,
If you want to live.
Buying the shit you'll
Never need.

Y2K,
2012.
Y2K,
Two thousand-fucking-twelve.

This is the end of our

Days. Not the end of
The world. But the end
Of our ways.

They'll control you into

Submission.
Two thousand-fucking-twelve.

For those that don't know what Y2K was about,

it was led to believe that on January 1st, year
2000, technology would stop working & we would
be basically brought back to the stone age. The
entire world fell for that scam, as many of them
bought themselves into debt on things they never
needed. And so, the coming "2012 apocalypse"
will just be another Y2K to me.
Memories of the Unknown
Past

Into the woods,

Hidden deep into
Lost formalities.

Embracing the
Space, from the
Streams into the
Golden horizon.

Living in the
Past that once
Roamed the
Lost dynasty.

These are the

Days that we've
Forgotten & will
Never get back.

Memories always live

Forever. Too bad
These are the
Memories we've never
Had.
Here, I'm explaining how civilization once
lived life in the wild & adapted naturally within
our surroundings. But now, that once-lived life
can only be remembered by memory. The only
problem is that, in this generation, we don't have
that memory, which will more than likely hurt
us more than help us.
Scars Dipped In Ink

June 6th at 6:30 pm

We took the step to
Finally be together.
Look what happened.

4 months later,
And not a time too
Sooner, you left me
To grieve on the pain.

My mind was left in

Sorrow, I had never
Felt this way. Taken &
Then bound, founder
Later crying my eyes away.

7 months later,
I thought I'd get over it.
I guess I was wrong, I'm
Still scarred, & never died.

I try to think of ways to

Cope, but I always know
That you'd find me as a
Joke.
So here I am, still
Thinking of the one I
Still love. I need to
Know how to tell you.

So here I go, this is

Where I start. A tattoo
Of your face, inked forever
By my heart.

I still love you...

This was a personal experience of mine, and

still is pretty much, where I'm explaining that,
no matter how long you go after breaking up
with someone you once loved, you'll never
truly let go of those feelings for her. You'll
just keep them hidden within your memories.
Hit Me

Hit me once,
And I'll let you
Get by with a
Smile on my face.

Hit me twice,
And I'll laugh
At your soon-to-be
Demise.

Hit me three times,

And I'll warn you,
But only once more.

Hit me four times,

And I'll put your
Ass straight to the
Ground.

Pretty much expressing how, in this society,

someday we'll be pushed too far & then
react. Basically a message to the government
that if they keep up this shit that they're doing
to us, then, sooner-or-later, there will be a
revolution to come, & we'll show them no mercy.
5% Of My Mind

The energy of the

Mind is far more
Capable than what
We perceive.

Fluctuated frequencies
Through my mind.
Charging the very
Codes of my life.

The rest lies dormant,

Ready to be unleashed.
But as for now, I'll
Use 5% of my mind.

In this, I'm basically explaining that, we all

have much more in us than we think, but
that it doesn't mean, even though we
can't use that extra power in us yet, that we
can't cherish what we do have already.
War

Where is God in war?

Can you point him out?
I cannot hear him...
I cannot see him...
I cannot feel him...
There is no God.
Only war...
No more.

On this one, I'm not expressing my belief

that there isn't any god, or advocating the
belief in a god. Here, I'm merely stating that,
whether there's a god or not, God is nowhere
in the lands waged by warfare.
Just My Luck

As the morning light flashes through the blinds &

glide by my face, the clock that I have next to my
king size bed turns to 6:00am & the over-volumed
radio turns on. The sound of Murphy in the
morning 107.5 pulses into my head as it askews
my visualization of where the clock may be. As my
hands finally grasp on the clock I pull in & throw
without a thought or doubt in my mind. I get up
from my bed & I walk to my mirror to see which
part of my face has been disfigured by the
markings of my own hand that I slept on.

Just as I didn't think this morning could get

anymore worse I turned around to take a step,
disaster came as my foot smashes down on my
already beaten clock. Normally I'd jump up &
down holding my foot hoping the pain would go
away but there I just stood staring down at my now
broken $50 clock hoping that a bullet would just
go through my wall & hit me square in the head.
But guess what...it didn't happen.

I go on & take my daily shower which, if you ask

me, is the best time of the day since I stay thankful
that I don't have to worry about dropping the soap.
I usually sing to myself while washing up but I'm
not that really in the mood to amuse myself.
I get dressed with whatever is around & whatever
is clean. I start to get remotely happy of my day &
as I open my front door to get out of the
house...there I see the road frozen solid with 4 feet
of snow on the ground. I stand there dumbstruck
staring out to the outside part of the world that
apparently I can't go out on this particular day. And
as I stand there I ask myself "why is it that God
allows every state global warming but when it
comes to mine he decides to get lazy?". I'm now at
a point to where I hope the garbage truck
"accidentally" dumps all the garbage in the middle
of the road so that way our town would be so
polluted that God would have to get off his lazy
ass & grant me my blazing hot beautiful sun. But
instead, as the garbage truck drives ever-so-slightly
by, the garbage man smiles & waves at me. Right
there & then I felt the urge to amuse myself. So I
flipped him off and slammed the door shut.

So now, not only do I not get to buy a new clock,

I'm also stuck in my own house. I walk to the TV
hoping there would be something good to watch
but then when I turn on my TV it gives out blank
stations. After thinking long & hard about it I came
to the conclusion that my antenna for the TV is
frozen. Clearly not surprised, I go look for a book
to read. And out of the greatest luck I seem to have
I end up finding one book in the whole house.
After reading to the 30th page I became such a
popsicle that I decided to use my one book as a
fireplace heating item.

Night time finally came & I for one became very

pleased that the day is now over. I walk to my
room & slide into my empty king size bed. As I lay
there, my eyes start fluttering. Not as if I was
hitting on someone but to show myself I'm almost
asleep. Before my eyes close for the final time that
day I smile & tell myself "at least it can't get any
worse". As soon as my eyes close I soon then re-
awaken. There I realize that what I had witnessed
was only a dream. I look to my side & there I see
my un-broken clock. Happy as could be I climb
out of bed & walk to the mirror. As soon as my
eyes connected with the mirror I stood still & there
I stared at the reflection of 80 years worth of
wrinkles on my face. Not only that but as I turn
around I lock my eyes with my bed. There laid a
woman with what seemed an 80 years worth of an
appetite that made my king size bed look like a
kiddy bed. As the last piece of my will to live
passes through the window I say the only thing I
could think of..."me & my big fucking mouth".
Tough Love

It's an early morning & the sound of a crowded bus

emerges as if I'm in a Children of Bodom concert.
They are both quite the same if you think about it.
If you get too carried away then you are kicked
out. The only difference is that at the concert
you're kicked out by muscular over-sized men that
looks like they could eat you for dinner & store the
rest for winter. My bus though, I get kicked out by
a man we call the principal that looks as if he
already ate a child & then some...fat ass.

If you wonder where the Children of Bodom came

from then it's what I'm listening to while the
sounds of spoiled kids overlap the sounds of guitar
ripping. A boy named Billy came up to me, jerked
my headphones away & threw them out the
window. Now, as for I am known to be the pacifist
of my school down in Riverfield High, my inner-
self was telling me to stay calm, that everything
will be fine. The only problem was that those
headphones that went flying out the window were
quite expensive. So from the bottom of my heart I
swung at him. The only problem is that I missed &
accidently hit this girl named Susie. Within
seconds her face turned as blue & as big as Violet
from Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory.
Though if you look at the bright side of this
situation, which I am, I don't have to deal with
Billy now since he laughed his way to the back of
the bus. Many would love to call this incident a
coincidence, but I myself saw it as a sign to sit my
ass down & shut up.

As the bus reaches the school I start getting the

feeling as if I'm on the death train heading to the
concentration camp Auschwitz. I guess that
similarity doesn't help the fact that I'm Jewish.

By the time 1st period started I was five steps

away from the door & the teacher closes it. He
walks to his desk. Picks up a piece of paper with
writing on it & some tape. He walks back to the
door & tapes the paper to the door's window. The
paper read "Go get note or go home." But before I
could turn away from the door the teacher turned
the piece of paper around. As I read it the
comparison of this school to Auschwitz grew to
where now I feel like I'm about to meet Hitler
himself. "Oh & by the way the principal wants you
in his office NOW." The problem about that was
that now, whether I go home or go to the office,
there would be no difference.

I head up the halls & then walk into the front office
door. Before I took the leap of faith from office to
Hell I decided to get the note to go back to class.
That's if I survive what's coming up next. As I sit
down in front of Hitler's desk the door behind me
closes. I turn to look & there was the principal
waddling his fat ass to his desk. And then the
nagging lecture begins. "So I hear you like to hit
girls huh?" After doing 3 years of high school I
knew that habeas corpus did not exist once you
stepped into the principal's office. You are
officially guilty until proven innocent. So instead
of answering him I decided to keep my mouth
shut. The lecture went on. "I'm guessing that you
not speaking means I'm right." See I told you.
"Well despite what your personal story may be I'm
going to have to call your mother to come pick you
up. You're suspended for 3 days. Now get out of
my office." How I got sent to the office to make
sure I don't go home & then get sent home
anyways isn't what bothers me. What bothers me is

my last words..."Okay dad".

The Wrong Corner

The roadside. So pleasant & so peaceful yet, like a

story in a book, there's a beginning & an end. The
only problem is that it's a never-ending story of
endings. One speaks of laughter filled with friends
that surround you. Another speaks of relaxation as
you sit alone while casting out deep thoughts
within your head. And the other one speaks of
disaster. One that seems as if it just
never dies but gets stronger by the second of each
day. One could only ask where they are heading?
Which story book ending will they partake? To be
honest with you I don't know. How could I know?
I am not them. I don't live their lives. Or do I? I
guess the question really is "am I me"? This is my
story.

My name is James. James Barker. Have you ever

heard of the term "what you see is what you get"?
Well that's exactly how I am. I am what you would
call an emo kid. Oh how I hate the term emo. So
irrational & so abused. But what can I say about it?
I'm usually alone. Not because I have no friends. I
have many friends that love me for who I am. You
can't get many friends like that these days. But you
see, that's the problem. That is why I choose to be
alone. I hate who I am. I hate being me & nothing
else. And how my friends encourage it makes me
hate it even more. Not only do I try to stay away
from my friends & myself but also away from the
rules. The rules that society tries to conform me to.
I believe that rules are non-existent fairy tales that
try to teach us to do the right thing but in turn keep
us from living.
Then there are the preps. When you look at them
through their own perspective they are popular,
wealthy, & cool. But really, if you were to once
live their lifestyle, you would see them as pathetic,
spoiled, & disgusting. How I got mixed in with
them when I was younger is beyond me. I guess
that was the time when conformity blinded me. I
kept hoping for happiness when all I got was anger
& stress. Hoping through faith. My faith was
driven through my once believed fate. Was I happy
then? No! But am I happy now? No! So is there a
difference on how I live? Not really.
Lines are made everyday & are crossed everyday.
How far can a person go before crossing a line
though? How can we tell? Where is the line? Is
there a line? If there is any then I already crossed it
a long time ago.
But anyways, there I am sitting alone in the halls
of my school. There are others around me. None
that I would give the honor to glance at though, let
alone hang with them. And as I am sitting there I
wonder to myself whether if I want to do anything
this weekend or not. As I gather the rest of my
thoughts up I pull myself together & get up to head
down the hall. When I turned the corner there I
saw my friends. All together like a family on
Thanksgiving. Even though there is nothing better
I'd like to do than to spend at least a minute with
my friends, despite my hatred towards their love
for me, I tried to not make small talk & just sneak
my way past them. So there I go walking in a slick
way, thinking that no one notices me, one of my
friends named Tim stops me.
Tim: Hey James? Where you been?
Me: Nowhere really. I was just on my way to
class.
Tim: Oh. Well the reason I stopped you is because
me & the gang are wondering if you want to go
party with us later tonight at my place?
Me: Um....well...who all is going to be there?
Tim: Oh just me & the rest of our friends.
Me: I don't know. I have to see if I have any plans
for this weekend.
Tim: Come on James. It'll be fun. Some drinking.
Some smoking. Besides, you don't want to stay at
your house all weekend now do you?
Me: No, I guess not. Alright. I'll go.
Tim: Great! We'll see you then.
So there we split our ways & head to class. The
whole time I was in school I kept thinking about
the party I'm going to later that night. I was never
big on the whole smoking thing. I've smoked weed
before but nothing happened so I didn't really see
the reason to waste your time smoking it. Drinking
on the other hand I get into. Nothing was better
than a bottle of Smirnoff. Tequila & Margarita was
great too. I always dreamed of going to Mexico. I
mean who wouldn't? Drinking Margaritas banging
senoritas. I knew that, as long as there was booze
at the party, I would be fine.
The last bell of the day finally goes off, & as I get
up from my chair, I notice how everybody is
running to get out of the building like a bunch of
storming elephants. I never did get the reason why
people are such in a hurry to get out when they
have to wait anyways for the buses to leave. Either
way it didn't matter. I calmly let myself out of the
building & headed to my car. If there was anything
I cherished it was my car. I didn't know what type
it was from the simple fact that I didn't care. It got
me from place to place & that's all that matters. I
could've just drove to my friends place now but I
decided to just head home for a little bit. So I head
home & get undressed. I take a shower & then
brush my teeth. Even though there was no point to
brushing my teeth since I was going to go to a
party & get drunk, I did it anyways because it's a
habit I seem to have. There was an hour left till I
had to leave for the party so I decided to turn on
my xbox 360 I had in the den & play some Grand
Theft Auto 4. Like always, after playing some
video games, I lost track of time. My friend Tim
calls my cell & right when it rang, not paying
attention of course, I jump in the air scared
shitless. I didn't even answer the phone because,
right when I saw that it was Tim calling, I knew
what he was calling for. So I got my things
together & drove off.
I noticed I was an hour late so I sped up hoping to
get to the party sooner. As I kept speeding up I
started feeling like I was part of the game that I
was playing not too long ago. One more corner &
I'm on my friends road. Right when I turned the
corner an 18-wheeler comes out of nowhere & we
hit head on. I could tell you if I lived or died but
I'm sure you know what the outcome was after
something like that. It's funny though. I was
heading to a party to get drunk, yet I got killed
sober. So much for not drinking while driving. So
as you can see, the ending to my story wasn't the
greatest of ones. I became that second in life where
death came in my honor. I wonder, if I was to not
leave for another second, would I still be alive?
Better yet, if I didn't take that corner at all would I
still be alive? If I didn't take that corner at school,
where my friends asked me to go to the party,
would I still be alive? You're probably wondering
where I am now. The only light I ever saw was the
headlights of the truck. So where am I? I don't
know. I don't care. To me it's just another story
ready to be told & another ending ready to be
made. Fate...what a bitch.
The Note

"Dear Julie.
Let me first start off by apologizing to you about
the things I said on the phone last night. I was
being an idiot & I deserve much worse than the
dodging you've been doing to me at school today. I
hope you'll forgive me though. Because I have a
question for you. It's been..."
At that time the bell for second period to end went
off. I didn't want to stop writing but I was forced to
do so. I was hoping that I'd get to see Julie before I
got to third period but, as I walked past all the halls
I realized that I was, once again, becoming the
bullet that everybody dodged. Including Julie. But
as I said in the letter, I deserve much worse.
So there I go on to my third period class & as I'm
about to sit down, there lays on my chair a note. I
knew exactly who it was from since on it said "To:
David From: Julie". Not exactly a normal opening
for a love letter. So I knew that, what I was about
to read, it was not going to be good. The note
folded neatly into 4 parts, which wasn't so pleasant
for me since each fold I unfolded I kept thinking of
what the note was going to say. Was she going to
leave me? Was she wanting to make up with me?
Is it bad or is it good? My heart was pounding hard
deep in my chest as I got to the last fold. Then, as
my eyes struck to the writing, my heart slowly
calmed down & my raging paranoid feelings
became obsolete.
"Meet me sometime after school okay?"
As stupid as I felt after having so many heart
throbbing guesses on what the note was going to
say, my thoughts kept over throwing my mind. I
mean nothing on the note gave me a hint on what
she wanted or what she was feeling, besides the
fact that she gave no love within the note
whatsoever. But I guess, since I got a note from
her, I was no longer the avoided lone bullet.
Time went by as each tick from the hand counted
down. As I keep looking up at the clock, I keep
wondering what she will tell me. Better yet, where
will she be at for me to find? These questions kept
crowding me & the more I thought about it the
more I couldn't concentrate. I felt like I was a
computer that was about to crash from having too
much information coming in at once. I thought
system overload was going to happen, but then the
bell for fourth period went off. Never in my life
was I so happy to hear a school bell.
There I go walking to fourth period, when all of a
sudden, I remember I have to write the rest of my
note to her. So there I rush into the classroom, not
paying attention to the teacher at all, & I get to
writing the rest of the note.
"It's been 3 years that we've been together & no
one has ever made me as happy as you have.
Never in my life have I ever loved someone so
much. I know we've had some rough times in our
past but we always seem to make up & go on with
our happy lives together. I guess what I'm trying to
ask is...will you marry me?
Love,
David"
I fold the note up & then tape a box, with a 24
karat gold ring with diamonds on it, to the bottom
of the note.
As class is about to end, along with school, I get
up to wait for the bell. But, as I get up, I heard
something crackle on my seat. I look down & there
I saw a note saying "To: David From: Julie". I pick
up the note & unfold it.
"Meet me by your car okay?!
Julie"
I look up from the note & notice everyone leaving.
I guess I didn't hear the bell go off this time for
once. Doesn't surprise me since I didn't realize I
was sitting on a note the whole class period. But it
didn't matter I guess. I walked to my car & there I
saw Julie for the first time this whole day. In the
distance I could see her beautiful golden locked
hair waving around with the wind. As I get closer
to her I could smell the perfume she wears
everyday. Clive Christian. As I get to the car, I
unlock it with the button on my key, & there, me &
Julie, stood in front of each other staring. But it
seemed as if I was the only one smiling. She steps
aside & gets into the car. Standing there like a fool,
I get into the car as well & drive off without a
word out of my mouth.
Twenty minutes pass & not a word was spoken. I
looked at her & she looks back. There was my
moment. But before I could say anything Julie
spoke.
"David look...I love you. Really, I do. But for the
past year we've had problems together..."
As the selfish person that I am, I interrupt her.
"I know this Julie. But we've went through so many
great times together. Don't those matter?"
"They do! But...hmm...read this please."
She hands me another note.
"I will but first read my note."
There I hand her the note along with the box. She
opens the box first & picks up the ring.
"Oh my god. This is beautiful. What's it for
though?"
"Just read & you'll see."
So there she reads. And as I watch her read it I
notice her starting to cry. Once she got to the end
of the note she looks up, as if she's about to say
something, then she screams...
"LOOK OUT!!!!!"
All of a sudden, I black out.
Light slowly comes back to my eyes. I look
around, but just barely, & notice that I'm in a
hospital. A doctor walks in doing his daily check
up's.
"Oh I see you finally woke up. How are you
feeling?"
"(Barely able to speak) I'm not sure. I can't feel
much. What happened?"
"Well you were in a head on collision with another
car. The other driver didn't make it."
"What about Julie? How is she doing?"
"Um...I'm sorry to have to tell you this but...Julie
died on her way to the hospital. There was nothing
we could've done. I'm deeply sorry."
After that I couldn't speak at all. All I could think
of doing was to cry my eyes out.
"You're lucky to be alive though. The only thing
keeping you alive is that machine beside you. So
just rest for now & I'll be back to check up on you.
Oh! And here's a note that was found beside you in
the car."
I grab the note & read it.
"David.
Let me first say that I do love you, & will forever.
But I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave you. I'm
so sorry but we're just not working out anymore.
Maybe someday we'll be together again. Who
knows. But for now, I just can't be with you. Please
forgive me. Goodbye for now.
Love,
Julie"
As the tears ran down my face, a flash of the three
years with Julie went by in my head. My heart felt
like it was about to explode. So I did the only thing
that I felt was left for me to do. I looked at the
machine that was keeping me alive & reached for
the switch to turn it off. As the long constant beep
goes on, my life slowly fades away.
"Julie...I hope you can hear me...I love you...here I
come..."
The Perfect Crime

As the night time's moon illuminates the

neighborhood of Dobson, there I was driving along
trying to find the loneliest house that I could find.
What I'm about to plan is, what I like to call, the
perfect crime. Most cops will tend to say that there
is no such thing & never will be. But I think
differently. Police say that there is no such thing as
a perfect crime & I say that it's because no one has
committed it yet. All it takes is some thinking.
Which is the exact thing that most killers fail to do.
The reason I'm looking for a lonely house is
because, the lonelier it is, the better chance you
have of not being spotted or heard.
Then, as I drove down a mile long empty road
from nowhere, I looked to my right & there was
the house I was looking for. A nice bricked house
with two acres of land. One in the front & one in
the back. The great thing about it is that it's the
only house around for over a mile. It was perfect.
Across the dirt road of the house was a red, broken
down, barn. I saw that as my opportunity to park
the car behind the barn & wait for the owner of the
house to arrive.
I looked down at my watch to see what time it was.
10:03 pm it said, & yet no one has yet to show up.
Being as impatient as I am today I decided to take
this time to head inside the house to look around.
I'm not going to make the kill tonight since I am
nowhere near to being ready. As you may have
figured it out, I don't know the person that lives
here. Mainly to the simple fact that most crimes
that are committed are solved based on how the
crime had a motive to it. The best crimes of them
all are ones with no motives behind it. To be the
stranger's unexpected killer. But as I was saying, I
ran across the road & to the house.
Now before I do anything, the main thing you need
to remember, if you are to commit the perfect
crime, is to not leave any fingerprints at the scene
for the cops to trace back to you. So I made sure I
had gloves before I touched anything. I pulled out
a lock pick & unlocked the door. As I entered, I
made sure to close & lock the door back to prevent
any suspicion of a break in just in case the owner
of the house gets here.
Lesson number four to committing the perfect
crime. While looking around the house, search for
an item that you plan to use to kill the victim with.
Do not take this item with you since it would cause
awareness that someone, besides the owner, was in
the house. Just make sure you know where the
item is. It is important to use a personal item of the
victim instead of an item of yours so that the police
can't link the weapon of choice to you. So there I
was searching through the house. It didn't take
long though for me to find my personal item of
choice. As I looked at the top of the owner's
bookshelf I found a .357 Mag. Desert Eagle Mark
XIX semi-automatic handgun. It had a good 10
inches to the barrel. It was perfect to make a
precise shot to the victim while at a distance from
him/her. Now that I found what I was looking for I
walked to the door & put my hand to the knob.
Then, all of sudden, the knob turned. I quickly, but
quietly, jolted to the corner beside the door & hid
within the shadows. As the door opens, the phone
in the house began to ring. A woman ran inside the
house & to the phone leaving the door wide open.
As I paced myself to the door, hoping to get out
unnoticed, a valuable piece of information came to
me as I overheard the woman talking on the phone.
"(talking on the phone) Yeah I'm sorry we didn't
talk any today...(pause)...well I'm going to be gone
most of the day tomorrow...(pause)...well I'll be
home around 9 pm. You can call me then
okay?...(pause)...Alright then. It's a date. (she
giggles)..."
Now knowing the time she'll be at home tomorrow
I paced myself out of the house & then ran to my
car. I waited for the woman to finally shut her door
& then I drove off.
As the next day came about, waiting for night to
come around, I sat alone by myself thinking of
what I needed to do. As I came up with my plan I
remembered that I need to bring a mask with me.
Not some stupid Halloween mask. I wasn't
planning to scare this person. So I took a normal
burglar's mask. Enough to hide my face that way, if
the woman was to survive somehow, she
won't be able to identify me to the cops.
Night finally came. It was 7:30 pm. I drove to the
house & parked the car behind the barn. Same as
last night, I snuck into the house, took the handgun
& hid by the corner. 9:00 came &, right on
schedule, the woman came into the house. I
decided to wait 'till after the phone call to make my
move. As I watched the woman get undressed the
phone rang. It took a good half an hour for her to
get off the phone but the patience I had to go
through was well worth it. As she came walking by
I took my move. I came up behind her & put the
gun to her head.
"Don't move. Don't even speak. Now I want you to
do what I tell you okay? Go get a piece of paper &
a pen."
She walked slowly to her kitchen with me behind
her still pointing the gun. She grabs what I asked
of her & puts it on the kitchen counter.
"Now write what I tell you to write..."
This way, when the police find the note, they can't
match the hand writing to mine.
"I want you to write only this, Mutilation is the
most sincere form of flattery."
My favorite song from Marilyn Manson. Here the
police will suspect this note as a suicidal
confession. Not to mention how it'll make the
situation seem more poetic. I told her to grab the
gun & to point it to her head. When she did I
grabbed a hold of her hand & made her pull the
trigger. After the blast there was silence. There the
woman laid dead as smoke came from the barrel of
the gun. I left the gun with the body that way,
when the cops search for fingerprints on it, they'll
find hers. That, with the note left behind, it'll be
the perfect suicidal evidence to every cop's eyes.
The perfect crime was committed. Even if
someone was to turn me in under suspicion, it
wouldn't be enough to find me guilty. Evidence,
which they would greatly lack of, would be needed
to convict me. If I was to make it to court I would
be found not guilty & then freed from the charge
forever. Ahhh...the beauty of double jeopardy.
Operation Sheep

It was a dark winter night, & of course, it was cold

as hell. The city limits reeked of poverty, crime, &
corruption. Does it surprise you though? Banking
scandals emerged constantly. Ran by the Mafia.
Money swindling operations happening by every
doorstep. Propaganda given to every person, by
every dinner table. Every time a crisis happens, our
presidents & politicians always tend to tell us that
they had nothing to do with it. Yet, when we find
out that they did, they apologize for it or pretend
that they knew nothing about it. And, of course,
they get away with it. They are the power.

I'm sure all of you are thinking that all of these

things are separate events that we will need to face
one by one. But I know better. I know that all of
these events are connected to a much larger
agenda. My name, well that doesn't matter as of
right now. You can call me Richard Greene. At
least that's the name that was given to me. I was
trained to be an American assassin. Us assassins
are, in your country that is, as the Central
Intelligence Agency (C.I.A.). I graduated, in full
honors, at the Western Hemisphere Institute for
Security Operation. A while back it was referred as
the School of the Americas (SOA). I know it as the
WHINSEC mainly because my great grandfather
went there back in the 50's. And since then, my
grandfather & my father went there. They always
referred to it as the School of the Americas, but by
2001 it was changed to WHINSEC. So now I refer
to it as that.

You can locate it at Fort Benning near Columbus,

Georgia. But once you get there, the most you'll
get to see is the front of the school. It's just like
Area 51 or any of the other 120 secretive
underground bases. If you try to infiltrate this
building, you will be killed. Inside, publicly
known, Latin Americans are taught of human
rights. Yes, I'm a Latin American. But in secret, we
are trained how to produce covert operations,
assassinations, secret wars, violent acts, etc. Inside,
you'll end up meeting the most dangerous people
in the world.

Because of this school, it has trained people to

form over 10,000 operations to date that, mostly,
were kept secret from the public. A lot of you are
probably thinking that I'm lying to you. Well I've
got evidence to prove it. Go on your precious
internet & go to google. Search "Operation
Northwoods". Enough said.

Now you are probably wondering, "how have you

kept all of this secret?". Well you can thank the
mainstream media for that one. Anything we are
wanting to be kept secret, we pay the media to do
that for us. Most of the time it doesn't result to
black mail, but there have been times. I would like
to thank Fox News to staying loyal to the
government’s agenda after all these years.

By now, you are probably asking yourself whether

to believe me or not. I'm not telling you to believe
me. What I'm doing is getting you to start asking
questions. Look up all this information & find out
yourself. It's either that or you can run back to your
herd like the sheep you are. Oh, well you look at
that. Mr. President, Barry Soetoro, is calling me.
Yes, I said Barry Soetoro. Not Barack Obama, like
all of you mindless sheep believe to be. I guess this
is where we part ways. Good bye.

Greene: Hello Mr. President...(pause)...yes

"Operation Gaza" is now in control & "Operation
WW3" is in effect...(pause)...yes I know. Oh! Hold
on a second Mr. President.

By the way, my name is Roland. Roland Carnaby.

Movie
Scripts
Hell's Tunnel

Synopsis
On New York's only quiet road, there is a tunnel. A
tunnel with no light & no sound. A tunnel where
unimaginable horror reeks through its black pit.
Yet, people go through it like there's nothing there.
Some come out unharmed. The rest are never seen
again. People have wondered where the boundary
between Earth & Hell is. Well now they know.
Welcome.....to Hell's Tunnel.
Scene 1
Black & white photos of missing people that has
entered the tunnel are shown flashing one by one
as the scene follows through.
Scene 2
On the road, a girl named Stacey & her friend
Brenda were driving along in different vehicles
talking on their cells about their trip they're about
to go on.
Stacey- I can't believe we're finally going on this
trip.
Brenda- Yea I know. We just got one more tunnel
to go through then we're home free.
Stacey- Well, the tunnel is right up there. We'll talk
again when we get out of it.
Brenda- Okay!
As soon as their eyes glanced at the road, they
entered the tunnel. Just a few seconds later, Brenda
exits the tunnel. She looks back & doesn't see
Stacey exiting along with her. She waits for a
couple minutes till she starts to worry. She tries
calling her cell but all she gets is static. She'd go in
but it was too dark to see anything. So she starts
screaming her name.
Brenda- Stacey...Staceyy.....STACEEYYY!!!!
Then all of a sudden, Stacey's car flies out of the
tunnel & smashes into Brenda. She was killed
instantly. The weird thing about it is that Stacey
was not found anywhere near her car. In fact,
Stacey wasn't found at all.
Scene 3
For a week, police have searched around the area
Stacey disappeared. Yet, nothing was found. Then
one night, two police officers went in the tunnel
with only flashlights to search for Stacey. So when
they entered, they looked for doors or sewage
drains, but nothing was to be found. Then, as they
look forward, they see someone or something
exiting the tunnel. So they go after the unknown
person, hoping to find answers about the
disappearance of the young girl Stacey, but right
when they got to the exit, they disappear &
screams fill the tunnel. Then all of a sudden, it
goes silent, & since then, no police officer dared to
go in the tunnel. But that all changed when a
detective's group hears the story & has a thirst to
investigate this mysterious case.
Scene 4
At a detective agency, the chief starts picking out
the group he wants to send to investigate the
tunnel. After hours of looking over, he picks out
his team. Daniel, Tim, Jennifer, & surprisingly
Officer Roberts joins them also, being that he's the
only local police officer willing to go into the
tunnel. So after they got all their things together
the team went to give their final goodbyes to their
family & loved ones. Feeling as if they're ready for
this case, they head towards the tunnel hoping to
find the missing girl before they end up being the
ones missing.
Scene 5
They exit their cars & enter the tunnel. From how
dangerous this investigation was the team ordered
to equip themselves with some weaponry for
safety. Unfortunately, since the team thought they
were only dealing with a typical psychotic
murderer, they only equipped themselves with
handguns & flashlights. Along with the equipment
for the investigation. As they get their guns & turn
on their flashlights, they start looking around like
the two missing police officers did. They tried
looking for hidden doors or sewage drains &, like
the two cops, they found nothing. One of the
equipment they were using was a wireless collar
microphone where they chief informed them that
the two police officers went missing near the exit
of the tunnel, & so, the team headed toward the
exit hoping to find new evidence or info.
Tim- Hey Daniel we've found nothing this god
forsaken tunnel. What makes you think there's
anything at the exit?
Daniel- Because that's where the girl & the two
officers went missing. There might be some new
evidence that'll lead us to the cause of all this.
Tim- Yea, & there might just be another empty
road.
As they reach the tunnel, thinking they'll hit
another road, they come upon looking at an area o
ruins where in the background are rocky hills
blazed with fire & smoke. The only sound you
could hear were the screams of thousands upon
thousands of people being tortured & killed all at
once. Not knowing, distracted from what they are
seeing & hearing, their microphones end up getting
disconnected.
Chief- Daniel? Can You hear me Daniel? Tim,
Jennifer, is anybody there? Anybody?
Worried in fear of losing his team, the chief goes to
the tunnel to look for them.
Scene 6
As the team look at the vast new world that they
came upon, the chief is looking at the real world of
fear, hoping to find out where his team's at. As the
team head for the blazed mountains, hoping to find
out where the hell they're at also, the chief arrives
at the tunnel & enters it. The chief looks around
hoping to not find any bodies. As he hits the exit,
he enters the hell hole, but as he entered it, a
demon like creature comes out from nowhere &
slices the chief from to neck to waist. Curious from
the nearby scream, the team look back & see the
chief fall to the ground.
Officer Roberts- Nooooo, keep away from him you
ugly son-of-a-bitch.
As he fires his gun at the creature, running toward
it closer & closer, the creature vanishes & pops up
behind Officer Roberts. It wraps its claws around
his neck & slices off his head.
Jennifer- Officer Roberts, noooo.
Daniel- Everybody get back!
As Daniel protects Tim & Jennifer, the chief uses
his last bit of life & blasts the creature, using
Officer Robert's gun, in the head & kills it. Right
when the creature falls in flames, the chief speaks
his last words.
Chief- My job is done, God...here I come you
bastard.
As soon as the chief spoke his last words, he dies
in a slow painful death.
Scene 7
Still shocked in fear from the two tragedies that
has happened, the team, for what's left of it, heads
on toward the mountains. But as they walk on,
Daniel looks back & notices that Officer Robert &
the chief's bodies are missing & the demon's body
decentigrating. So naturally, not knowing this
world very much, he thinks that the other bodies
have decentigrating already. So he walks on with
others. As they enter the dark cave of the
mountains, they start hearing screams. Wondering
on who it is, they keep moving. As they go forward
more & more, they can feel heat pulsing down on
them like an active volcano. They can smell the
sulfur, which makes them feel sick to their
stomach. Trying to make it out without vomiting,
they end up coming upon an open hole in the
ground of the cave. As they start looking down, the
smell of sulfur gets deeper & deeper like if the
sulfur was being built up within that hole. When
they look down, they see a woman, covered in
blood, pinned on a wall. As Daniel, Tim, &
Jennifer climb down the hole, Jennifer notices who
it is.
Jennifer- Hey, isn't that the missing girl? Stacey?
Daniel- Can't tell. But what I do know is that we
need to get her off of that wall & get her the hell
out of here. Along with us.
Tim- Don't get near her. How do you know if she's
actually that missing girl? You've seen what these
monsters do to our kind. It could be a trap.
Daniel- You might be right, but real Stacey or not,
we can't leave her like this. I don't know what to
do.
Jennifer- Come on you guys. I can't believe that
you are considering on leaving her in this hell hole.
I don't care who she is, I'm not leaving her here.
Daniel- I agree. Let's get her out of here.
And so, Jennifer walks toward the pinned up body,
hoping that it is really the missing girl. As Jennifer
gets her down, she takes a good look at the face &
all the features that they need to find out if she
really is who they think she is. She wakes up,
smacks Jennifer out of the way, & jumps up in
fright. Not knowing that she has just startled the
other three from her little awakening, she tries
climbing out of the hole, but fails miserably.
Jennifer- Hey, there's nothing to worry about.
We're here to rescue you.
Daniel- Do you know how you got down here? Or
who tied you up on this wall?
Stacey- All I remember is talking to my friend
Brenda & then going through the tunnel. That's
when it all goes black. Brenda? What happened to
my friend Brenda?
Daniel- I'm sorry to say this but unfortunately,
some how, your car smashed into your friend right
at the exit of the tunnel & killed her instantly. We
barely could find out who she was from how badly
smashed up her body was.
As Stacey lays on the floor, crying & sorrowing
about her friend's death, Jennifer & Daniel notice
that Tim hasn't said a word in a while. When they
look back, they notice that Tim isn't there.
Wondering where Tim is, they look back to maybe
get some more info from Stacey. The only problem
was that when they looked back, Stacey was
missing also. Just seconds later, without knowing,
something comes from behind & knocks out
Jennifer & Daniel.
Scene 8
As a few hours pass by, Daniel starts awakening,
wondering where he is & how he got there. As he
looks around, he notices that Jennifer is on the
other side of the cave hanging in shackles, gazing
around the hole they're in. He wants to get to
Jennifer to make sure she's alright but he can't
from his arms being chained & bolted into the
walls. After screaming for life, knowing he's not
going to get out of this hell alive, Stacey comes
sneaking in the hole. Relieved that Stacey made it
out alive without being noticed, Stacey unlocks the
chains off of Daniel & Jennifer’s arms. As Stacey
unlocked Daniel & Jennifer from the walls,
Jennifer grabs a hold of Stacey & starts yelling at
her wanting answers on where she went & where
Tim went.
Jennifer- Ok! I want answers & I want them now.
Where the hell were you when me & Daniel were
attacked by whatever put us in here? And where
the hell is Tim?
Stacey- Ever since I've been here, I could smell the
stench of those creatures that walk the bowels of
Hell. When we were in that hole, I noticed that guy
you are talking about, that Tim guy, wasn't there
anymore & then I started smelling that familiar
stench, & so I snuck out of the hole while you
were looking around to see if Tim was there & hid
behind some rocks.
Daniel- Well if it wasn't for your quick thinking
then you would be hanging on these walls beside
us & we'd probably not get out of here. At least not
alive that is.
Jennifer- We still need to get out of here & find
Tim. So Stacey, if you help us find Tim, we'll help
you get out of here alive. Deal?
Stacey- Deal!
And so, they climbed out of the hole & walked on
hoping to find Tim & an exit out of this tormenting
abyss alive.
Scene 9
Back in the human world, even though it only
seems like the investigators spent a day in Hell, it's
been weeks already & Daniel's wife, Jessica, has
been calling the police over & over again to go &
search for her husband. But the problem is that
everyone knows the story about the tunnel. The
story that everyone heard was that the tunnel was
possessed, & that anyone that entered the tunnel
would disappear forever, & so no one goes near the
tunnel. Not even the law enforcement will go near
it anymore. But she keeps trying & trying to find
anyone that can help her or maybe even explain to
her better on what's happened to her husband
Daniel & his teammates.
Scene 10
It's been hours since Daniel, Jennifer, & Stacey
have heard or seen any sights of Tim anywhere.
But as they walk along, Stacey has been checking
back & forth cautiously to make sure nothing is
following them. While they were walking, Stacey
swore she heard something running around them
the past few minutes, & so she looks back glaring
at the tall rocks that surround them. But before she
could turn around to join back with Daniel &
Jennifer, she saw a figure run from rock to rock
stealthily that looked like her friend Brenda.
Without thinking of it fully, Stacey runs towards
the rocks screaming out Brenda's name hoping it
was really her. Daniel & Jennifer notice what's
happening & so they run after Stacey hoping to
catch her before whatever that thing is captures
her. Right when Stacey enters the rocky area, she
circles around a huge rock & a scream fills the air.
Worried on what happened, Daniel & Jennifer run
to the area Stacey entered. They stop dead on their
tracks & notice that there is, literally, nothing in
sight. No mountains, no fire, no ground, nothing.
Wondering where Stacey is, they hear her voice &
look down & notice that Stacey is hanging on a
rock that is pointing out of the layers of ground
miles away from the bottom of the deep dark pit.
Relieved that Stacey is not hurt, Daniel & Jennifer
reach down & pick her back up to the top. As they
look at Stacey to make sure she is alright, they
notice that she is crying over the fact that it wasn't
her friend Brenda & that she'll never see her ever
again. But as she calms down, she starts thanking
Daniel & Jennifer for saving her life once again.
Daniel- Are you alright? Are you hurt?
Stacey- I'm fine. Thank you for everything. I
wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you & Jennifer.
But seeing that something imitated my friend
Brenda just to get me killed means that they know
where we are & are playing with us as if this is a
game.
Jennifer- Are you sure that you saw something
cross those rocks?
Stacey- I'm positive.
Daniel- If those things know where we are, then
there's nothing we can do here. We must move on
& try to find a way out of here & hopefully find
Tim along the way.
So Daniel, Jennifer, & Stacey run off to the
distance towards the mountains. But even while it
looks like they are alone, they keep feeling like
something has been watching them ever since they
entered this hell hole.
Scene 11
Back at the real world, Jessica goes out searching
for anyone that could possibly help her find out
where Daniel is. She found no one. When she
started feeling that all hope was lost on finding her
husband Daniel, she enters a church to pray. But
instead of a prayer, she gets stopped by a priest
who surprisingly knew Jessica's name, & starts
telling her the dark history about the tunnel.
Priest- The year that tunnel was made was on the
same year that I was born & ironically the same
year & same day that my dad was killed. You see,
on the same day that tunnel was fully built & cars
started going through it, a terrible disaster was
about to happen. There was an awful car wreck
that happened in there. More than 20 cars crashed
in that tunnel at the same time. The problem was
that, out of nowhere, a fire erupted from one of the
cars & blazed onto the other cars, & since they
were stuck in that tunnel, no one could get out. So
the people trapped in there just watched as the cars
blazed down on them, & then before anyone knew
it, the worst happened. Every car that was trapped
in the tunnel blew up, along with all the people in
it. I know this because my dad was one of the
people that were trapped in that tunnel.
Jessica- I'm really sorry about what happened to
your father, but what does all that have to do with
the missing occurrences in that tunnel?
Priest- Well you see, it is said that so many deaths
happened at once in that tunnel that it opened a
gateway. A gateway to something that people, that
have religious beliefs, have feared since the birth
of time. A gateway to Hell. And the story goes that
ever since the gateway was opened, people that
entered the tunnel see horrible things go by them.
Demonic creatures that walk through the tunnel.
That's all that ever happened for the past few days
after the accident. But then the creatures that
lurked the tunnel started breaking the limits &
attacked anyone that entered the tunnel. Some
made it out without being harmed & others didn't.
But it was that terrible accident that led to the
reason why all those disappearances happen.
Jessica- Father! You don't expect me to believe that
in the tunnel, Hell is being released & its demons
are attacking everyone that enters it do you? I want
the truth about what happened to Daniel & I want
it now.
Priest- I'm telling you the truth. Every word of it is
the truth. There are dark forces beyond what
anyone has ever faced. It won’t be long till they
start going out of the tunnel & start spreading
through our world like a deadly virus. You must
not go near that tunnel. No matter how long your
husband Daniel has been in there. It's up to him &
whoever is with him to stop & destroy the
gateway. But from how long he's been missing,
he's probably already dead.
Feeling like she's lost all hope on what's happened,
she smacks the priest & runs out of the church.
Scene 12
Hours have passed by for Daniel, Jessica, & Stacey
as they keep walking through their journey. Ever
since they left the rocky area, they have always felt
like they've been watched. They've heard the
sounds creeping about them like something is
fooling around with them. As they get near the
mountain that they have been longing to get to
ever since they entered here, they start feeling like
something is wrong. Like something is about to
happen, but they just don't know what. As they
look forward, they see something coming towards
them. They can't make it out on what it is, but they
know it's really fast. They notice that it is some
spear shape object. So all three of them jump to
dodge the object. Thinking that it was some trap,
they try heading on towards their objective. But
the spear comes back along with another one from
behind. Without anyone knowing, the spears stab
through Stacey. One through her back & the other
through her head. There laid the, now dead, corpse
as the team stands there in fear watching. But then
the spears start to pull from the back of her head &
from her lower back towards the mountains in the
air. Before Daniel could say anything, he starts
feeling weird. Like some poison is flowing through
his body, & before he knew it, he faints & falls flat
on the ground.
Scene 13
Worried in fear on what has happened to her
husband Daniel, Jessica grabs her keys & drives
off in the night. Hoping to find the real answers
she's been wanting, she drives off towards the
tunnel.
Scene 14
After awakening from his unfortunate phase of
fainting, he looks around & notices a fire in the
middle & dead corpses hanging on upside down
wooden crosses. The hangings are forming a circle
around the fire & he notices that he is being
hanged too. So there he thinks that he's about to
become one of those dead corpses sooner or later.
Wondering where he's at, he looks around a little
bit more but then notices something about one of
the corpses. It is Tim. So as he looks at the other
corpses, hoping that none of them are Jennifer, he
hears a voice call out to him.
Jennifer- Hello Daniel. You have a nice sleep?
Daniel- Jennifer! Thank god you're alive. Quick,
get me out of here before something comes.
Jennifer- I'm afraid that I can't do that. You see,
this isn't the first time I've been here, & neither has
it been for Officer Roberts. Has it sir?
And there, coming out of the shadows & towards
the fire, was Officer Roberts.
Officer Roberts- Right you are Jennifer. About a
year before she took on with her investigative
career, she was in the tunnel looking around at all
the damages that the huge accident caused. Which,
coincidentally, led to the gates to be opened. She
didn't believe in the full story of the tunnel though.
So that's why she wasn't afraid of entering the
tunnel. She was in there looking because her
grandmother was one of the people that was killed
in that accident. But she went missing of course &
I was sent to go find her. I was captured like
everyone else & I found Jennifer, but we were
surrounded by demonic creatures. Then, all of a
sudden, we were confronted by the devil himself.
Lucifer. He told us that we had a choice. To either
join him & live, or stay in Hell forever & die
slowly in a painful death. Me & Jennifer, naturally,
chose to live. So we joined up with him. Lucifer is
within another body right now though. One that we
brought to him a few years ago. So yes, he is out in
the human world taking form of another & there's
nothing you can do about it.
Jennifer- You have the same choice as we did. Join
us or die. It's your choice, but choose it wisely.
Daniel- You don't know what you're doing. This is
insane. I'll never join you. Never! Robert, what are
you thinking huh? What about your wife & your
kids? You really want to do this so that when your
time is up, you'll never see your wife & kids
again?
Jennifer- Enough! You have chosen & now you
will die.
Jennifer points at the fire & Daniel notices that the
spears, that killed Stacey, are covered in the fire.
Officer Roberts grabs one of the flaming spears &
walks toward Daniel. He lifts the spear in the air
but, before he did anything, he hesitates. Like he's
thinking about something that he can't get his mind
off of.
Jennifer- Kill him damn it. KILL HIMMM!
Officer Roberts stares at Daniel for a few seconds.
Then, when Daniel feels like he's about to die,
Robert turns & stabs the flaming spear through
Jennifer's head & kills her. He turns to Daniel &
sets him free. Then, all of a sudden, demonic
creatures start coming out of nowhere & lashes out
toward Officer Roberts.
Officer Roberts- I'll hold them here. You go up that
mountain & get yourself out of here you hear me?
Go god damnit, before I change my mind. GO!
Daniel runs towards the mountain & climbs up. As
he looks down at where Officer Roberts is, he
notices that Robert doesn't have a chance of
surviving. But, without thinking about it twice, he
climbs to the top & looks forward. All of a sudden,
everything goes dark. The screams that filled the
air goes silent. The smell of sulfur vanishes
without a simple scent of it passing by.
Scene 15
Daniel wakes up & notices a car pulling up
towards him. It stops & he sees a familiar face
smile down on him. Jessica picks up Daniel & puts
him in her car. As Daniel looks around, he notices
that he woke up right in front of the tunnel. But he
remembers everything that happened. Jessica takes
Daniel down to the police station to let Daniel
explain what happened. But Daniel didn't want to
say a word. He was too shocked on what happened
to tell them the truth. All he told them was that he
doesn't remember what happened. After only an
hour in the station, Daniel & Jessica go home at
last.
Final Scene
As Daniel looks at his mirror, thinking about all
that happened to him, he starts hearing voices.
Frightened from them, he jumps & looks around
trying to see who is making them, but no one was
there. But the voice kept calling on him.
~~~ Come to me...Come to meee Daniel...Your
soul was mine the second you stepped in my
territory...COME TO MEEEE.....
After Jessica gets out of the shower, she goes to
her room. She looks down & notices Daniel lying
on the floor. She bends down quickly to pick
Daniel up. He awakens from whatever happened to
him & looks at Jessica.
Daniel- Let's go take a ride. I need it.
Jessica- Ok...um...just let me get my keys & we'll
head off.
Daniel grabs the keys from Jessica & drives off
with her. As they get more in the night, Jessica
notices the tunnel & turns to Daniel to see what
he's doing. Daniel starts to smile & turns to
Jessica.
Daniel- Tell me Jessica...Have you ever wondered
what Hell is like? Well, you are about to find out.
WELCOME TO HELL...
Daniel speeds up the car & drives into the tunnel.
At the other end of the tunnel you see nothing
coming out. No car. Nothing. Then, all of a
sudden, you see someone come out slowly out of
the tunnel looking down at a bible. The Priest. He
looks behind him at the tunnel & then faces
forward. As he walks more & more, he starts
screaming out a demonic laughter. He slams the
book down & you notice his eyes turning pitch
black. He stops laughing. Then, everything goes
dark, & the air starts becoming filled with screams
& the smell of sulfur. Hell has risen upon the
world with darkness & torture.
The End
The Awakened

Synopsis:

Deep inside of one's dream how far can someone

go? Do we only perceive the things we fear until
our mind is ready to wake up? Or can we lose
ourselves between what is real & what is not?
Beyond the limits time can only stand still. So the
question is not when you wake up...but where you
wake up.

Scene 1

Late at night, as the heavy storm passes by, the

sound of Kiera & Michael making love echoed
through the house. Between the sounds of Kiera &
the clashing of lightning nothing could be heard.
As they're, simply put, fucking each other, the door
in the background starts to creak open. Kiera, just
barely hearing it, turns around to see what it was.
She notices the door wide open. All of a sudden,
she could hear her father's voice...

Kiera's Father: Kiera, darling, don't you know that

daddy is the only guy that really loves you?

Frightened by the shock of hearing her father's

voice she turns around & glances at Michael.
Though, instead of it being Michael, she see's her
father underneath her. She screams & jumps off the
bed. As she kept stepping backwards, frantically,
towards the open door a hand grasps on her
shoulder. She turns around & see's her mother.

Kiera's Mother: You've been a very naughty girl

Kiera. You have to be punished. Remember
though, mommy loves you.

As Kiera's mother smiles she pulls out a knife. Her

father grabs her from behind & restrains her as her
mother slits her throat.

Scene 2

The morning sun rises & Kiera jumps in fright

after having a terrible nightmare. She tries pulling
herself together, hoping that she can have a nice
day without thinking about her dream. But as she
got down to her kitchen & starts making coffee she
ended up thinking about it & began to cry.

Tina (Kiera's Sister): Kiera... are you okay? I can

hear you from upstairs.
Kiera: Oh, I’m sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. I
just had a really bad dream last night. I can't stop
thinking about it.
Tina: Do you want to talk about it?
Kiera: No, I'm fine. It just... it just seemed so real.
I thought mo...(stops herself)... someone actually
killed me.
Tina: Who was it? You almost said it.
Kiera: It was no one. Like I said, I don't want to
talk about it.
Tina: Kiera, you've got to trust me. Until mom &
dad get back from their trip it's up to us to take
care of each other.
Kiera: Well, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. It
was just a dream anyways. No harm comes from a
dream.
Tina: Yeah, well, just be careful okay?
Kiera: Alright. Thanks sis.

Kiera walks off & out the front door. She heads to
her car & pulls out her keys. As she inserts the key
into her car she felt someone's hand grasp her
shoulder. She jumps & presses her back against her
car door.

Michael: Whoah! Babe, are you okay? It's just me.

Kiera: Holy shit Michael. Don't sneak up on me
like that.
Michael: Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were
so jumpy today.
Kiera: Well next time you'll know better not to
sneak up on me.
Michael: Hey, I said I was sorry.

Ignoring Michael, she gets into her car & drives

off to work.

Tina: Hey, Michael. What brings you here?

Michael: Well I was hoping to see Kiera before she
left work.
Tina: Oh really? Well you just missed her.
Michael: No I didn't. I wish I did though.
Tina: Why do you say that?
Michael: Because she just got done bitching me
out for scaring her on accident. She practically
ignored me saying sorry to her.
Tina: Kiera? Bitching you out? Well that's a first.
Michael: Yeah, I know. Do you know what's wrong
with her?
Tina: I'm not too sure. She mentioned something
about a dream that she had last night.
Michael: A dream?
Tina: Yeah, it scared the shit out of her apparently.
I found her in the kitchen crying over it.
Michael: Hmm... you think I should talk to her
about it?
Tina: Nah. Just let her cool down a bit. She'll be
just fine. Trust me.
Michael: Yeah, I hope you're right.

So there, both Tina & Michael, split their ways &

drive off.
Scene 3

As Kiera is driving by, she starts to feel like

everything is becoming dizzy. She pulls over as
fast as she can, while keeping it at a safe limit, &
stumbles out of the car. As she leans her self on the
left side of her front bumper, she begins to start
thinking about her dream as if she was falling
asleep right there. One by one, it was as if it was
happening in front of her, but still knows in her
mind that she's only on the side of the road &
about to pass out.

Kiera's Mother: Kiiieeerrraaa...Don't think I don't

know what you & your boyfriend do every
niiigghht. You've been a very bad girl lately....

The familiar voice of her mother keeps speaking

out in her head over & over again. Trying to let go
of the noise. She starts to feel like she's losing
oxygen as she begins to start getting warmer. She
bends down, with her hands on her knees, hoping
that the voice will just pass over soon. And that's
when a hand grasps on her shoulder once again.

Kiera: (jolts back & falls on the dirty ground)

Michael: Oh my god...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to
scare you again. I was actually driving to see you
to make sure you were okay when I saw you
leaning on your car on the side of the road. I
thought something might've happened.
Kiera: It's okay. Don't worry about it. Look, I
didn't mean to blow up on you back at the house. I
just wasn't really having the best morning.
Michael: I know, the dream right?
Kiera: How'd you know?
Michael: Your sister told me.
Kiera: What all did she say to you?
Michael: Nothing really, just something about a
dream that you had & that it seemed to have scare
the hell out of you, or something like that.
Kiera: Damnit, Tina. I can't believe she talked
about it. I don't feel comfortable knowing that
someone knows about what I'm dreaming. The
dream, itself, is bad enough as it is.
Michael: Hey, don't worry. There's nothing wrong
with having a nightmare. Everyone tends to get
them every once in a while.
Kiera: Yes, but this one isn't like most dreams, it's
like....you know, forget it. I really don't want to
talk about it & I'm almost late for work. I'll call
you whenever I can, okay?
Michael: Are you sure you're going to be alright
though?

Kiera, apparently ignoring again, gets into her car

& drives off.

Michael: (shouting) I love you...god damnit

(speaking under is breathe).

Scene 4

So there, as Kiera drives into the parking lot of Citi

Banking Agency, she keeps thinking about what
the hell is going on with her lately. She walks
through the doors & then checks in. Goes into the
back of the building & sits by her desk, trying to
figure out which stacks of paperwork to do that is
filling the top of her desk. Feeling like it's been a
long day already, she throws her head, yet at a
swift phase, to the desk & closes her eyes to try &
clear her mind. But everytime she closes her eyes,
the same thing comes back. The dream & her
parents.

She opens her eyes & lifts her head back up. Gives
out a good self-therapetic breathing session for a
few seconds, wanting to just cool down, & gets to
work. Through each paper she works on she keeps
telling herself in her mind that she'll get through
the day without anything bad to happen. As she is
working on some of the paperwork for part of the
IRA rollovers, hours begin to pass by. Not really
paying attention on the time that's gone by, she
glances at her watch & notices it to say 7:39 pm.

Kiera: I haven't been here that long. Surely it's not

that late.

Shocked at the time that her watch tells her, she

skims her eyes around the room in the search of a
clock. With no luck to find one, she gets up from
her table & walks to the main entrance area of the
bank, hoping that someone would have an accurate
time reading. But, as she walks towards the
entrance, she notices that the entire building is
empty with the lights turned off. Confused on
what's going on, she hurries back to her table to
gather her things, not knowing on what's going on.
But when she gets to the door to the room where
she recently was in, she tries opening it but no luck
comes from it. It seems that the door is either
locked or stuck. The fact that neither of the choices
seems likely since, one she's alone apparently, &
secondly the door was working just fine when she
went out to the entrance to find out what time it
really was.

Now scared, she runs towards the exit. But when

she presses her weight with her hands on the door,
it refuses to open. She screams & paces herself
towards the nearest phone, hoping that she can
contact the police & tell them that something is
going on. But, as everything else has been, no luck
came through as she finds out that the phone's dial
tone isn't working.

Thinking that nothing else bad can happen, since

she's trained her mind that this is the worse that it
can get, odd sounds begin to waver around the
building as if it's getting closer to her, but at a slow
speed. Scared to death, she crawls backwards,
making sure she keeps an eye around her
surroundings, & pins herself to the front of a
random chosen desk, thinking that she's safe as
long as she stays by that table.
Kiera's Father: (leaning over the table & staring at
Kiera) Oh, my sweet Kiera. Daddy's got you.
Nothing can hurt you now (in a gentle voice as he
smirks at her).

Kiera looks up slowly, frightened at what she's

planning to see, & notices her father. She screams
& tries picking herself up. As she barely gets up,
stumbling by every step she makes, she glances
back to see her father still leaning over the table,
staring at her. She looks back to the front, but some
how slams into her father's arms.

Kiera's Father: (in Michael's voice) Oh, come on

baby, fuck me like you do to Michael every other
night.
Kiera: (screaming while trying to get away) NO!
Get the fuck off of me. LEAVE ME ALONE!!!

Her head rises up, screaming from what she

witnessed, & falls back from her chair. She looks
up in a hurry, thinking that she's still being
attacked by her father. But she notices that she’s
back in the same room, by the same desk filled
with all the papers she thought she had done
already earlier. She looks at her watch and notices
that it's only been 10 minutes since she got to
work. She fast-steps towards the entrance hall to
see if anyone was there. She peaks out the door &
see's a normal crowd of employees & banking
customers.

Still shaking from what she had just gone through,

she gets her things & leaves work just 15 minutes
after getting there, hoping to see someone that can
help her figure out what's going on.
Scene 5

Around 10:30 am, there's Kiera sitting patiently in

the waiting room hoping to get some answers.

Psychotherapist: Kiera?
Kiera: I'm here!
Psychotherapist: Come on in, let's get your therapy
started.

Kiera walks in & down some halls to enter the

therapist's working room & sits down by a bed-like
chair.

Psychotherapist: Kiera, lay down please & get

comfortable. We'll begin your session now.

Kiera lays down & tries to not close her eyes,

knowing what happens when she does.

Psychotherapist: Alright, Kiera. What is it that's

bothering you?
Kiera: I've...I've been having these odd dreams
lately. But when I have them, they seem so real
that it's like I'm actually living it.
Psychotherapist: What are these dreams of?
Kiera: .....of my parents.
Psychotherapist: Are they harmed in anyway? Or
are they lost?
Kiera: No....I'm the one harmed...
Psychotherapist: (thinking she's getting
somewhere) Are your parents the one's doing the
harm?
Kiera: ..yes...
Psychotherapist: What kind of harm?
Kiera: I don't want to talk about that. I just want to
know what's going on with me.
Psychotherapist: To find out what is wrong with
you we'll need to, first, figure out what you're
dealing with. So, do your parents harm you in
anyway in real life?
Kiera: Oh, god no! They're great parents. Strict
sometimes, but that's normal for any parent.
Psychotherapist: I see. (starts writing things down
on a piece of paper)
Kiera: What are you writing down?
Psychotherapist: Just determining whether you'll
need prescriptions or not.
Kiera: So you know what's wrong with me?
Psychotherapist: Well, if there has been no harm
done in real life, then the dreams you have are
merely just simple nightmares. But, it seems that
you have a sleeping disorder where you tend to fall
asleep during random hours of the day. So, I'll
have to give you some medicine for that & then
we'll see how that goes. If anything else persists, I
want you to come back here & we'll do another
session.
Kiera: Thank so much. Thank you for all your
help.
Psychotherapist: Don't mention it. I'll be contacting
you soon with your bill. Have a nice day.
Kiera: You too.

So there Kiera leaves with a certain feeling that

everything will be okay from now on.

Scene 6

Back at Michael's home, Michael enters into his

home & grabs his phone book, hoping that he still
has the number of Kiera's parents. Going down the
long list of contacts, he gets the glimpse of the
name "Mr. & Mrs. Davidson". He locks his eyes
on the number as he picks up the phone & dials the
number. The line begins to ring, & ring, & ring.
But no answer comes & the message machine
takes over.

Mr. Davidson: (phone recorder) "Hi. You've

reached the number of John & Dolorance
Davidson. I'm sorry we couldn't answer the phone
right now. If you'd leave your name & message
after the beep, I'm sure we'll be back with you.
Thank you, & have a nice day."
The typical phone message of every normal-like
citizen. So there Michael left a message to Kiera's
parents telling them on what's going on over here,
hoping that her parents would contact her &
actually find out what is wrong with her. Knowing
that neither him or Tina could really figure out
what's wrong.

As soon as he gets off his home phone, he gets a

text message from Kiera saying "Meet me back at
the house tonight. ^_^". Happy at the message that
he got from Kiera, & a little excited too, he grabs
his things & leaves the house. As soon as he left
the house, the phone in his house begins to ring.
No one picks up, & the answering machine turns
on. After the beep came, Kiera's parents responded.

Kiera's father: "Hello, Michael? Are you there?

Look, we've tried getting a hold of her, but it goes
straight to voice mail & she isn't responding to our
messages. So I'm just letting you know, hoping that
you'll pass this message to Kiera & Tina, that we're
coming home. We'll be back by tomorrow. Thank
you for letting us know what's going on. See you
soon. Bye."
Scene 7

As Michael drives to Kiera's house & gets out of

his car, knowing that he's about two hours earlier
'till night, he notices that there isn't any car at the
house besides his. He opens the door calling out
Kiera's name, hoping that she'll answer back. He
gently closes the door & walks around the bottom
section of the house to see if anybody was home.

Michael: Kiera...Tina...anybody here? Hellooo?

Not being able to find anybody, he heads up the

stairs to search the top section. Automatically, after
getting up the stairs, he notices Kiera's bedroom
door wide open with the TV on. As he slowly
walks towards the door, barely calling Kiera's
name, he could faintly hear one of the news
stations talking about a plane crash just off of the
Florida coast. He slowly sneaks his head towards
the opening to see if he Kiera was in her room, &
right when he looks in a set of hands clamps down
on his shoulders.

Michael: (throwing himself in the room, almost

falling on the door)
Kiera: Hahaha. Now we're even you scaredy cat.
Michael: Holy fucking shit, Kiera. You scared the
hell out of me.
Kiera: Yep! That's what you get for scaring me
twice in one day.
Michael: I didn't see your car on your driveway
though.
Kiera: That's because it's on the other side of the
street from the house. I'm surprised that you didn't
see it.
Michael: Damn, alright. I guess I deserved that. So
is that why you asked me to come here? To scare
the shit out of me?
Kiera: Why? Were you...expecting something else?
(smiling at him)
Michael: Heh...maybe..

They both give out a viable smile at each other. As

they get closer, Kiera reaches for the door & slams
it shut. She slowly steps herself towards Michael
as he walks himself back towards the bed. Kiera
pushes Michael on the bed then gently leans
herself onto him. As she caresses her hands gently
on his waist, Michael grabs the end of Kiera's shirt
& slowly slides it off. Their lips connect and
smother, as their lusty hands begin to press harder
towards each other. They can feel the bed sheets
entangle on their skin as they smoothly spread to
each other in an excessive rate. The sound of
moaning coming from Kiera, as she converges
towards Michael more & more from his fingertips
by her ass, can be heard over the TV that neither of
them seem to notice is still on. As much as Kiera
knows, the night will be perfect.

Scene 8

Around 5 hours later, Kiera & Michael are now

asleep, as their arms elapse over each other. The
sound of the TV can still be heard, since they
chose not to even bother with it. That is until the
TV blew out all of a sudden & shatterd the glass-
like screen. It scared Kiera wide awake as she
immediately glances towards the sound. She turns
to Michael & see's him still asleep, so she chooses
not to wake him up. She gets out of bed & walks
towards the TV. Bends down to see what happened
& notices the shatter pieces of the screen laying on
the floor. She picks up the ones that she knows she
can hold on to, & walks out the room to put them
in the trash can down the hall.

As she goes to walk back towards the room, she

looks to her left at the clear window to notice the
bright moon illuminating through it. She sits at the
top step & keeps staring at the moon, gazing upon
its beauty that it possesses. Not noticing or hearing
Michael coming by, she hears his voice as she feels
his hands grasping her shoulders as he massages
them.

Michael: Hey, babe. Why'd you get out of bed?

Kiera: (taking in the feeling of his hands
massaging her shoulders) Mmm...the TV blew out
for some reason. So I picked up the pieces I could
& threw them away.
Michael: Ahh, and now the sun is keeping you
from me in the bed. I see how it is. (trying to be
humorous)
Kiera: (smiling) Nooo. I just enjoy looking at the
moon. It's so beautiful.
Michael: Yeah, it is isn't it. You know what else is
beautiful?
Kiera: What?

Michael unlatches one of his hands from her

shoulders & slowly moves it down her chest
towards her panties. He slides his hands in &
gently rubs his fingers by the clitoris of her vagina.
They both begin to start breathing deeply.

Kiera: Michael (in a sexy voice), you're doing this

now?
Michael: Why not (as he smiles).

She doesn't even respond & takes in the moment.

Just before she begins to moan once again,
Michael slips his hands away, & removes the other
hand from her shoulder. Surprised that he even
stopped, she turns around to see what was the
matter, & see's nobody.

Kiera: Michael? Where'd you go Michael?

She gets up & walks towards her room & notices

Michael still asleep on her bed. She walks towards
him & shrugs his arms, hoping to wake him up.

Michael: (now waking up) What..what...what's the

matter?
Kiera: Were you by the steps with me just a second
ago?
Michael: What? No. I didn't even know you were
awake. I've been asleep this whole time...'till now.
Kiera: Stop joking Michael. Were you there with
me?
Michael: I said no! I was asleep the entire time.

Now becoming frightened.

Kiera: Oh my god...oh my god...

Michael: What is it? What happened by the steps?
Kiera: Oh no...I've got to get out of here.

So there Kiera reaches for the nearest shirt & pants

& puts them on as she walks out of the room.

Michael: No, wait Kiera. Tell me what's going on.

By the time Michael reaches himself to the door,

Kiera had already made it downstairs & by the
door. She grabs her keys & gets in her car. Michael
tries running after her before she leaves, but by the
time he gets outside, she speeds off down the road.

Michael: Damnit....FUCK!

After he heads up stairs, gets his things & gets

dressed, he heads towards his car & drives off after
Kiera.
Scene 9
As Kiera is speeding down the road, going around
85 down a 35 mph section, she picks up her cell
phone & calls her sister Tina.

Tina: Hello?
Kiera: TINA! Oh my god, something happened. I
can't believe what just happpened....it was like...
Tina: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down. Tell me
from the start. What happened?
Kiera: ....................(silently trying to accumulate
her breath)
Tina: Kiera? Are you still there?
Kiera: Yeah, hmm...never mind. Forget it. Sorry to
have bothered you...
Tina: No, wait!

By the time Tina responds, Kiera hangs up.

Tina: Damnit. Kiera…what the fuck is going with

you...

Tina goes through her contact list & calls Michael,

hoping to find out what the hell happened.

Michael: Tina, I'm glad you called. Something just

happened.
Tina: No fucking shit! She just called me sounding
completely freaked out. What the hell did you do
to her?
Michael: I didn't do shit okay!? I spent the night
with her, & when I was asleep she woke me up
looking scared about something, asking me if I
was at the stairs with her, or something like that. I
told her no & that's when she twigged out & left
the house in a hurry.
Tina: Are you sure that's what happened?
Michael: I'm positive. I'm right now trying to track
her down. She speeded off when she left. What did
she tell you?
Tina: Nothing. Absolutely nothing, like always.
She hanged up before I could find out what was
going on.
Michael: Damn. Well...look, I'm going to try &
find her, & when I do I'll give you a call okay?
Tina: Alright. Please be careful & make sure you
find her.
Michael: Got it. Don't worry. She'll be fine. Bye
Tina: Yeah, bye.

Michael then speeds up & tries searching for

Kiera. Back in Kiera's car, she keeps picking up
speed, not knowing the danger she's bringing on to
herself. By the time she gets to the end of the road
she's on, going around 95 now, she ends up having
to take a 90 degree turn to the left. It being so dark
as it is, she doesn't see very well where the road is
as she's skidding the tight turn.

She manages to make the turn, but then notices,

about a quarter of a mile up towards the road, two
figures. She can't seem to get a good sight on them,
so instead she blows the horn trying to warn both
of them. As she gets closer, she notices that the two
figures are her mother & father, both just standing
there smiling. Scared on what to do, without
thinking, she hits the breaks while turning her
wheel. She starts to do a 180 degree spin into 360
degree turn, and from then on, completely loses
control of the car. She tries getting back into
control, but fails & runs off the road down a 10
foot ditch. Everything fades away as she gets
knocked out cold.

Scene 10

She jumps up, with a larged panicked inhalation of

breath, from her bed & just stairs at her wall for a
second or two. She looks around & notices that
she's back in her room. Looks at the TV & also
notices that it's not even broken. She glances to her
side to see Michael asleep, snoring like nothing
else she's ever heard of.

As she starts to cry, but doesn't make a sound of it,

she grabs her phone & leaves the room. She goes
down the stairs & picks up a phone book to find
the number of the the psychotherapist she was
sessioned by. When she finds it she gives her a
call. No one answers, given that it's late at night
now & the facility is probably closed, & the
answer machine turns on. Before she was about to
hang up, she hears the message say the private
number of the psychotherapist. So she hangs up &
gives that number a call.

Psychotherapist: (waking up) hmm...hello...?

Kiera: (crying) Hello, it's me Kiera. We talked
yesterday morning about me having these terrible
dreams..
Psychotherapist: Oh, yes. Yes, I remember. How
can I help you?
Kiera: Look, I'm sorry if I woke you up. You don't
have to...
Psychotherapist: Don't worry about it. I'm glad you
called. Now tell me, what's the matter?
Kiera: Well...I had another dream. But this one was
much worse, & it felt so real.
Psychotherapist: Was your parents in this one also?

Kiera: Yes, but only at the end.

Psychotherapist: What were they doing?
Kiera: They were in the middle of a road, smiling
at me, when I was speeding down it.
Psychotherapist: Why? Why would they do that?
Kiera: I don't know! During the dreams they're not
themselves. They both seem like they want to kill
me, or punish me to best describe it.
Psychotherapist: Why would they want to punish
you in your dreams?
Kiera: They keep calling me a bad girl because of
my relationship with my boyfriend, Michael.
Psychotherapist: I see...Alright, just calm down &
take a deep breath. Remember, it's just a
nightmare. Did you take that medication I gave
you?
Kiera: Yes, but it happened when I was asleep with
Michael at my house. It practically happens
everytime I shut my eyes. I'm so afraid now to
even close my eyes for a few seconds.
Psychotherapist: Now we don't need you staying
up all the time. That can really hurt you.
Kiera: I know, but I don't know what to do. That's
why I called you.
Psychotherapist: Alright...well...drive to my work
& I'll meet you there. I'll do a free session for you
so you can clear your head. Hopefully, this time,
we can finally clear all those things out of you for
good.
Kiera: Thank you. I'll be there in a few minutes.

They hang up & Kiera goes upstairs, quietly, to get

her things. She doesn't even warn Michael on
where she's going. She gets to her car & drives off,
not realizing that she left her cell phone by the
phone book back at the house.
Scene 11

Going all the way back to the facility was one of

the hardest things she ever did. Each second she
feared for closing her eyes. Each time straining
them trying to make sure she barely blinked, while
still keeping out for anything on the road. Each
time a car came, them being selfish enough to keep
their high-beams on, she would honk her horn at
them, making sure they brought them down to low
before the lights were to make her close her eyes.
She didn't take any chances. Scared out of her
mind completely, & literally. People within the
psych ward fail to go through something like this.
But, through the entire trip, she kept herself awake
& alive.

As she pulled into the drive way, she noticed her

therapist's car already there. Never had she been so
happy that night 'till then. She walks in & goes
through the door, towards the room she was in
earlier yesterday morning. She gives it a slight
knock, worrying that something might happen.

Psychotherapist: Come in Kiera. I'm here.

Kiera: (entering the room) Thank you for doing
this for me.
Psychotherapist: Don't mention it. I'm only doing
this because you seem to be in a lot of pain
emotionally right now. So let's get started, shall
we? Lay down as you were yesterday, but this time
I want you to close your eyes.
Kiera: NO! I can't. They might come back...
Psychotherapist: Don't worry. They won't come
back. You've got to trust me. Now close your eyes.

Kiera slowly closes her eyes, showing her fear by

each twitch she made as her eye lids get closer
together.
Psychotherapist: Alright. That's good. Now, breath
deeply & then exhale. Do this continuously.
In......out......in.......out.....Now, I want you to open
your eyes slowly.

Kiera, very slowly, opens her eyes with a dim-like

visualization of the ceiling. While still squinting,
she looks 30 degrees to her left & see's the outline
& structure of her therapist.

Kiera: Is that you that I see? (hesitantly asked)

Psychotherapist: Yes, it's me. Don't worry. Just
keep opening your eyes slowly.

Kiera resumes to open her eyes, & just before she

opens them wide open, the figure she kept
glancing at bends it's head towards her & says:

Kiera's Mother: You've been a very naughty girl

tonight, my dear. (giving out a demonic, deep,
laughter)

Kiera, scared for her life, opens her eyes, grabs her
therapist's pen & stabs her right in the side of the
head. Now noticing that it wasn't her mother that
was there, but her therapist. Kiera's dreams tricked
her into killing her. So there was Kiera, screaming
& crying by a corner. Staring right at her, now-
dead, therapist. Completely confused on what had
just happened, knowing that she now is a murderer,
she runs out of the office, out the building & into
her car. She, once again, speeds off.

Scene 12

Back at the house, Michael turns to wrap his arm

around where Kiera would've been laying down at.
Noticing she's not there, he opens his eyes to see if
he could see her. Wondering where she is, he gets
out of his bed, walks out of the room & calls out
her name. He doesn't notice her in the halls, so he
leans his head over the top railing to see if she's
downstairs. He sees nothing except her cellphone
by the phonebook. He walks down to grab it when
he notices a name circled on a phonebook. He
looks at the address given to the facility, & grabs
his things to drive to that area.

He picks up his phone & calls Tina to warn her.

Tina: Hello?
Michael: Tina, I think we might have a problem.
Tina: About what?
Michael: It's Kiera. She wasn't at her house & I
found her cellphone left there by a phonebook with
a psych-therapetic facility circled on it. I think she
might've gone there tonight.
Tina: For what?
Michael: Her dreams. I think something is going
on about her dreams. It's scaring the hell out of her.
It's like she's not herself anymore.
Tina: Damnit...So what are we going to do?
Michael: I'm heading towards the psych facility
right now to see if she's there. I'll let you know
when I find her.
Tina: Alright, I'll head back to the house just in
case she decides to come back home.

They hang up & go their separate ways. Michael to

the psych facility, & Tina back home. Right when
Michael reaches the facility, he gets out of his car
& runs in. Once he enters the halls, he slowly
paces himself around, whispering Kiera's name.

As he walks down the hall, he notices a pen laying

down on the floor beside a, almost closed, door. He
bends down slowly & picks up the pen. He could
feel the stickyness from the some-what dried up
blood on the pen. Giving out a disgusted look at
the pen, he barely pushes in the door & glances in
to notice the therapist laying cold-dead on the
floor. He yells as he drops then pen, & then falls
back on a wall on the other side of the hallway.
Trying not to stare at the body, he gets himself up
& runs back to this car.
Scene 13

Michael searches recklessly for his phone & calls

Tina as fast as he could.

Tina: Michael! Did you find her?

Michael: No, but I found a woman dead on the
floor.
Tina: WHAT? Dead? Who?
Michael: I think she worked there. I think she was
the one that Kiera was going to see.
Tina: Oh my god....you don't think that Kiera...
Michael: I don't know Tina. Has she not returned
home yet?
Tina: No. I haven't seen her since yesterday,
Michael.
Michael: Alright, well just wait for her there. If she
doesn't show up by the time I get there, then we'll
call the cops.
Tina: Why not call the cops now? There's a
fucking woman dead in the psych facility.
Michael: Because we don't know if Kiera killed
her or not yet. We need to find out what happened
first. Alright?
Tina: Fine! But if anything goes wrong then I'm
calling the police right away.
Michael: Alright, deal. Just wait for her 'till I get
there.
Tina: Okay, bye.

Michael then speeds off back to the house, hoping

that Kiera will be there by the time he gets there.

Back with Kiera, she's driving down the road

trying to battle off the noises & voices in her head.

Kiera's Father: Oh, darling, you know daddy loves

you.
Kiera: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Kiera's Mother: You've been a baaaaddd girrrlll,
Kiera.
Kiera: Ahhhhh....Get out of my head!!! I'm awake
damnit! Why are you here? I'm AWAKE! GET
OUT!
Kiera's Father & Mother: You've never been asleep
my darling. You're stuck with us forever.
Kiera: LIARS!!! I'M AWAKE & YOU'RE NOT
REAL!

Kiera speeds up to her house, trying to still battle

the voices of her parents in her head. She's positive
that she never had fallen asleep & believes that it's
just in her head. She pulls up to her driveway &
hits the brakes. The sound of the screaching
coming from the brakes on the pavement alerts
Tina that someone is at the driveway. She runs to
the window to see Kiera running to the door. Right
when Tina get's to the door to open, the door slams
open from Kiera forcing it in, & slams Tina nearly
across the room.

Tina looks at Kiera, trying to get up, & notices that

her eyes are closed, but is reacting as if she was
awake. She now realizes that Kiera is
sleepwalking.

Tina: (grabbing a hold of Kiera) Kiera! Wake the

fuck up! It's only a dream. Don't let it control you!
Kiera: (still thinking she's awake) I'm not
asleep...I'm awake damnit. I can see you.

As Kiera's mind begins to take more control, she

begins to see her mother's face instead of Tina's.

Kiera: Oh my god....get away from meeee!!!!

Tina: What the fuck are you talking about? It's me
Kiera...Tina! Your sister!
Kiera: No you're not! LIAR!

Kiera pushes Tina to the kitchen floor & jumps on

top of her, slashing at her face. Tina tries
restraining Kiera without harming her, but soon
realizes that she's not going to live if she doesn't do
something. So she looks beside her & barely see's
a frying pan that was probably knocked off the
table when she fell on the floor also. Tina graps the
pan & slams it across Kiera's head. Kiera is then
knocked out completely, & Tina get's back up,
trying to catch her breath. She grabs her phone &
calls Michael.

Michael: Tina! Is Kiera there?

Tina: Yeah, but she was sleepwalking. She kept
thinking she was awake & then attacked me. I had
no other choice but to knock her out.
Michael: Oh my god. Alright. Don't leave. I'm
almost there.
Tina: Alright, but hurry. Please!

Scene 14
Michael, his mind already agonizingly rattled with
fear, skids into the driveway & runs in the house.
The first thing he notices is Tina sitting down, with
her hands over her face as if she was crying. Tina
looks up & see's Michael. She runs up & hugs him.

Michael: Tina, where's Kiera?

Tina: She's on the kitchen floor. I didn't want to
move her or even get near her after what she just
did.
Michael: Hmmm...alright. We'll just keep an eye
on her. I can't believe I'm saying this, but call the
police. Inform them about the dead woman, but
don't tell them it was Kiera. Just tell them what we
know & hang up.
Tina: Alright.

A few hours passes by & Kiera finally shows some

movement. Kiera struggles herself up to see
Michael & Tina looking down at her with a sign of
fear in their faces. She grabs her head, now feeling
the pulsing pain coming from the left side of her
forehead.

Kiera: Ahh...what the hell happened?

Tina: You fucking attacked me god dam...
Michael: Tina! Calm down. I'm sure she didn't
mean to. She was asleep remember?
Tina now trying to calm herself down.

Kiera: Attacked you? When?

Michael: A few hours ago. You were sleepwalking
& thought you were still awake.
Kiera: Oh my god. I'm so sorry Tina. I didn't mean
to...
Tina: I know. It's okay. I still love you. (trying to
give out a smile)
Michael: But...do you remember going to the
psych facility?
Kiera: That's the last thing I can remember. I
remember laying down & closing my eyes like my
therapist told me to do. And then the next thing I
know, I'm waking up here on the kitchen floor with
an annoying pain in my head.
Michael: Hmm...
Kiera: What? What happened?
Michael: Kiera...your therapist is....

A loud knock then rattles the door. Scaring all

three of them, Michael calls out asking who it is.

Kiera & Tina's Parents: Michael! It's us. Let us in.

Michael: Mr. & Mrs. Davidson? What are you
doing here?
Kiera & Tina's Parents: Didn't you get our
message? We said we'd be here by today. We
would've been later, but we decided to take an
earlier flight since our other one was cancelled
based on a plane crash just off the Florida coast.
Kiera: No.....no.....it's not them....IT'S NOT MY
PARENTS!
Tina: What? What are you talking about. It's them
Kiera.
Kiera: No it's not! They're here to kill me...
Michael: Don't worry Kiera. They're not here to
kill you. They're here to help you.

Michael reaches for the door knob & opens it.

Kiera: (reaches for a knife by the kitchen counter

& slashes at Michael) NO!

Michael dodges Kiera's knife, but Kiera then,

instead of getting Michael, slashes her father's
throat & then stabs her mother in the chest.

Kiera: NO! I WON'T LET YOU KILL ME! I'M

AWAKE DAMNIT! (as she starts to gain memory
back of the time period between killing her
therapist & to getting knocked out by Tina)

Michael then jumps & latches on to Kiera, pulling

away from her, already dead mother, & bleeding to
death father. Kiera then kicks Michael away &
tries to run away. But then Tina tries grabbing a
hold of Kiera.

Tina: Kiera! STOP! LET GO OF THE FUCKING

KNIFE!
Tina tries keeping a grasp on Kiera, but then Kiera
turns, which then leads the knife to her Tina's
stomach. Tina gives out a painful & yet surprised
look on her face as she looks down at her stomach.
She grabs her wound & falls to the floor. Michael
then jolts to Tina to pick her up.

Michael: Oh my god, Tina! Stay with me Tina.

You're going to be okay.
Tina: (barely being able to speak)
Take.....care......of....Kiera.....

Tina then dies on Michael's arms & completely

elapses over the floor between the entrance & the
kitchen. Michael then, already filled with anger
over Tina's death, stares at Kiera & starts yelling at
her.

Michael: YOU SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE?

YOU'VE KILLED EVERY PERSON THAT'S
EVER LOVED YOU! YOUR FATHER,
MOTHER, & NOW YOUR SISTER!
Kiera: (giving out a smirk) I won't let you trick me.
You're not Michael. None of you are who I think
you are. You all are trying to kill me...I know you
are...
Michael: What the fuck are you talking about? No
one was trying to kill you Kiera...You killed them!
Kiera: No...no.....no......LIAR!

Michael reaches for Kiera's knife, but she slashes

at his hand & slits his hand wide open. Grabbing
his hand in pain, he gives another try to restrain
Kiera. He grabs a hold of her & restrains her
hands. As they begin to grapple on one another,
Michael's foot then stumbles over Tina's body &
both Michael & Kiera fall over. As Michael lands
hard on the floor, the knife that was latched on
both Kiera's & Michael's hands stabs her in the
stomach.

Michael, realizing what happened, screams out

Kiera's name & begins to cry in anger. Trying to
get a hold of himself, he grabs Kiera's lifeless body
& pushes her to the side as he pulls himself up. By
then, he could hear a bunch of screaches & sirens
coming from the drive way. Limping, he heads
towards the door to see what was going on &
notices the police arriving. A police officer then
runs up to the door with a gun pointing at Michael.

Police Officer: Freeze! Don't move!

The police officer then glances in the house to see

four dead bodies laying on the floor.

Police Officer: Oh my god...(now yelling at his

team) WE'VE GOT FOUR DEAD ONES HERE!
(now facing Michael) Sir, you're under arrest for
the murder of a Ms. Thompson, around 1:00 am at
the Psych Facility.
Michael then realizing that he had picked up the
knife at the facility that killed the therapist, which
left his finger prints on the knife.

Police Officer: And also for the murder of four

other individuals. Three females & one male. Do
you understand what I'm saying.

Michael doesn't even say anything & just glances

at nothing, but a thought to himself. As the police
officer reads him his rights, he throws Michael in
the car & drives him to the police station.
Final Scene

Back at the police station, Michael lays there in a

cell feeling hopeless. Feeling like he's about to lose
himself, he gets himself up & heads to the cell
bars.

Michael: (screaming out, hoping someone can hear

him) HEY! I WANT MY LAWYER! CAN
ANYONE HEAR ME? I'M INNOCENT GOD
DAMNIT! I DIDN'T KILL ANYONE! LET ME
GO!......I'M INNOOCCCENNNNTTTT!!!!!!!

Losing hope all together, he slides down the rails

& puts his hands over his eyes as he begins to cry.
He tries pulling himself together. He closes his
eyes, & tries to catch his breath. But then, all of a
sudden..........

Kiera: (like a whisper to his ear) Hello Michael...

Michael: (turns to see Kiera)
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.............

The End
 Things
Needing to
be Known
Biblical Propaganda

As I am revealing these things throughout the bible

for you, keep in mind on how we, through our
entire lives, have blamed "Satan" for these things
that apparently "God" & "Jesus" have done
themselves. Here are a few contradictions &
problems that can be found within the bible:
Luke 19: 29-35: 29--As they came to the towns of
Bethphage & Bethany, on the Mount of Olives,
he sent two disciples ahead, 30--with instructions
to go to the next village, & as they entered they
were to look for a donkey tied beside the road. It
would be a colt, not yet broken for riding. "Untie
him," Jesus said, "& bring him here. 31--& if
anyone asks you what you are doing, just say,
"The Lord needs him". 32—They found the colt
as Jesus said, 33--& sure enough, as they were
untying it, the owners demanded an explanation.
"What are you doing? they asked. "Why are you
untying our colt?" 34--And the disciples simply
replied, "The Lord needs him!" 35-- So they
brought the colt to Jesus & threw some of their
clothing across its back for Jesus to sit on.
So here you see Jesus, who numerously tells us
to not steal, DEMANDS his disciples to steal a
donkey for him. And that IF they get caught to
tell the truth.
Revelation 3: 11: 11-- Look, I am coming soon!
Hold tightly to the little strength you have so that
no one will take away your crown.
Here Jesus promised them & us that he will
return soon. Now how many years ago did this
supposedly happen? I have yet to see him
return, as have the rest of us. He lied to all of us
& we are suffering it to this day.
Luke 9: 59-62: 59--Another time, when he
invited a man to come with him & to be his
disciple, the man agreed--but wanted to wait until
his father's death. 60--Jesus replied, "Let those
without eternal life concern themselves with
things like that. Your duty is to come & preach
the coming of the Kingdom of God to all the
world." 61--Another said, "Yes, Lord, I will
come, but first let me ask permission of those at
home." 62--But Jesus told him, "Anyone who
lets himself be distracted from the work I plan for
him is not fit for the Kingdom of God."
Now if you don't see a problem here then let me
point out the fact that, here, Jesus is demanding
his disciple to DISHONOR his parents & family
if he is to be granted into the kingdom of
heaven. Does anyone else see a problem here?
There are many contradictions within the bible & I
ask for you to seek them out. Like it is said in the
bible, "Seek the truth. For the truth will set you
free.". So I ask of you to read the bible & see its
lies that has been given to us our whole lives. Seek
the REAL truth.
Now thousands of people have woken up to this
fact. Their is a faction within our world. Within our
government, called the New World Order (NWO),
who are here to create a world government and
world slavery upon us. Yet, because of
Christianity’s propaganda, we say that the NWO is
worshipping Satan for these things. We
automatically blame Satan for this because the
NWO promote world control & slavery. Well if
you are to read the bible then you will find that, it
is not Satan who promotes such things, it is God &
Jesus who promoted these things. I'll show you:
Matthew 5: 27-30: 27--"The Laws of Moses said,
'You shall not commit adultery.' 28--But I say:
Anyone who even looks at a woman with lust in
his eye has already committed adultery with her
in his heart. 29--So if your eye--even if it is your
best eye!--causes you to lust, gouge it out &
throw it away. Better for part of you to be
destroyed than for all of you to be cast into hell.
30--And if your hand--even your right hand—
causes you to sin, cut it off & throw it away.
Better that than find yourself in hell."
Here you see that Jesus demands, for if you do
wrong in his eyes, to hurt yourself till he is
pleased. He has control of your body & what
you do with it. Not to mention on how
inhumane his demands are. Many today would
blame Satan for these things if someone was to
demand them.
Matthew 19: 9: 9--"And I tell you this, that
anyone who divorces his wife, except for
fornication, & marries another, commits
adultery."
Now as you can see, Jesus is in control of your
personal relationships too. Unless it is for
fornication, you are not allowed to divorce the
person you no longer love. And if you do then
you are not in good terms in Jesus' eyes.
Matthew 5: 33-37: 33--"Again, the law of Moses
says, 'You shall not break your vows to God, but
must fulfill them all.' 34--But I say: Don't make
any vows! And even to say, 'By heavens!' is a
sacred vow to God, for the heavens are God's
throne. 35--And if you say 'By the earth!' it is a
sacred vow, for the earth is his footstool. And
don't swear 'By Jerusalem!' for Jerusalem is the
capital of the great King. 36--Don't even swear
'By my head!' for you can't turn one hair white
or black. 37-- Say just a simple 'Yes, I will' or
'No, I won't.' Your word is enough. To strengthen
your promise with a vow shows that something is
wrong."
Now, even though it is said you have a choice of
saying either yes or no, he is telling us that we
are to only say it one way. His way. Not of the
way we choose to say it. Which then just shows
his demandings that takes away part of our
freedom of speech. Does this sound familiar?
hinthintNWOhinthint
Matthew 5: 25: 25--"Come to terms quickly with
your enemy before it is too late & drags you into
court & you are thrown into a debtor's cell."
Okay. If you don't understand this scripture too
well then let me explain. Here it is saying that, if
there is a choice between going to jail or to
become in debt, Jesus recommends you to go to
jail than to be lost of money. It promotes that
money is more important than a person's
freedom.
Matthew 5: 39-44: 39--"But I say: Don't resist
violence! If you are slapped on one cheek, turn
the other too. 40--If you are ordered to court, &
your shirt is taken from you, give your coat too.
41--If the military demand that you carry their
gear for a mile, carry it two. 42--Give to those
who ask, & don't turn away from those who want
to borrow. 43-- There is a saying, 'Love your
friends & hate your enemies.' 44--But I say: Love
your enemies! Pray for those who persecute
you!"
Many would tell me now that what it is saying is
to be with peace to everyone, including your
enemies. And I respond to them by saying 'Yes,
I know. & I respect that it promotes peace.' But
when does it cross the line I ask? If we are to
become someone’s slave & are under control of
them, what good will it do if we are to do what
they want & to not stand up for yourself? What
it is actually promoting is to not fight back. To
be the perfect little slave that you are.
Matthew 5: 5: 5--"The meek (submissive) &
lowly are fortunate! for the whole wide world
belongs to them."
Here Jesus is saying that the meek, which
means submissive, make the best slaves. What
kind of god are you worshipping?
Matthew 5: 12: 12--"Be happy about it! Be very
glad! for a tremendous reward awaits you up in
heaven. And remember, the ancient prophets
were persecuted too."
This can be a confusing scripture to some but if
you think about it long enough you'll
understand what Jesus is talking about. What
he is saying is that life is not worth fighting for.
That death is a much more honorable thing to
live for. So naturally, our lives are not
important to him. This is perfect on how to run
a slave state. To not fight for your life.
Matthew 10: 34-36: 34--"Don't imagine that I
came to bring peace to the earth! No, rather, a
sword. 35--I have come to set a man against his
father, & a daughter against her mother, & a
daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law---36--
a man's worst enemies will be right in his own
home!"
Here you see that Jesus demands you to break
up the family unit which then, as we all know &
have gone through, would create pure chaos.
Jesus promoting chaos? It couldn't be right? Or
can it? You decide.
Matthew 18: 21-22: 21--Then Peter came to him
& asked, "Sir, how often should I forgive a
brother who sins against me? Seven times?" 22--
"No!" Jesus replied, "seventy times seven!"
Like I said before, it is nice to forgive people,
even your enemies. But when does it cross the
line? If a person is to sin upon you over & over
again. How will that person ever learn his
wrong doings if you are to not stop him? If you
are to not stop him then chaos will reign forever.
More promotion of chaos.
Matthew 19: 21-24: 21--Jesus told him, "If you
want to be perfect, go & sell everything you have
& give the money to the poor, & you will have
treasure in heaven; & come, follow me." 22--But
when the young man heard this, he went away
sadly, for he was very rich. 23--Then Jesus said
to his disciples, "It is almost impossible for a rich
man to get into the Kingdom of Heaven. 24--I say
it again--it is easier for a camel to go through the
eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the
Kingdom of God!"
Now even though most of you would see this
scripture as very respectful, since it is saying for
the rich to give up their wealth to the poor, it is
also promoting for us to give up all we have for
God & for Jesus. Not only that, it contradicts
itself the whole time. If the rich were to give up
all of their belongings & their money to the
poor, then would the poor not become the rich
themselves after that? And since they become
the rich then they would have to give up
everything also. It would be a never-ending
cycle of giving up everything to God. And even
if they were not to become rich, it says for all to
give up everything, even if you are poor. Or you
will not be granted into heaven. It just says that
it's harder for a rich man to be granted since he
has lots to give away. Well where ever those
people will go to, whether it is heaven or hell,
they sure will go somewhere since once they give
up everything to their God they will soon DIE
right after.
Matthew 19: 29: 29--"And anyone who gives up
his home, brothers, sisters, father, mother, wife,
children, or property, to follow me, shall receive a
hundred times as much in return, & shall have
eternal life."
What Jesus is asking of you now is to forsake
your family. To give them up so that you will
have eternal life with God. Does this not remind
you of those movies that show the villains
granting someone grandeur & glory if they are
to just give up a personal item or their family &
friends? In my eyes, after reading this scripture,
Jesus is the villain.
Exodus 21: 7: 7--"If a man sells his daughter as
a slave, she shall not be freed at the end of six
years as the men are.

Exodus 21: 20-21: 20--"If a man beats his slave

to death--whether the slave is male or female--
that man shall surely be punished. 21--However,
if the slave does not die for a couple of days, then
the man shall not be punished--for the slave is
his property."
On both of these scriptures it shows MORE
promotion for slavery & servitude. Not only
that, in the second scripture it says that it is
alright to abuse & torture your slave. Just as
long as you don't kill him/her in the process. At
least not in the next few days. Torture &
slavery? Hmm....why does this sound so
familiar? Is this not what the NWO promote
also? Is this not what you blame Satan for?
Ephesians 6: 5: 5--Slaves, obey your masters; be
eager to give them your very best. Serve them as
you would Christ.
Here you see that it is demanding slaves to obey
their masters no matter what. To not stand up
against them. Now since the NWO are the
masters of this rising world government, that
would make us the slaves. So here it is
demanding us to not revolt against the NWO &
to be the state's slave.
So now that I've shown you little pieces of the
bible that show that, what we all thought was the
work of the Satanists, Christians was behind the
promotion of slavery & world control. I ask
you...what are you going to do about it? I ask who
are these tyrants really worshipping? Better yet,
who were you really worshipping? Have you read
the bible? If not then I recommend for you to do so
& to do it quick because the truth that will set us
free is quickly fading away from us & is being
replaced with slavery & domination. I am not
telling you to worship Satan instead of God or
Jesus. I am showing you that they are false. And
that we need to free ourselves from these lies if we
are to be truly free. We need to gather together &
show the truth. To revolt for the truth. To show the
NWO that we will no longer be their slave
puppets. "Seek the truth. For the truth will set you
free."
Legalize Marijuana

What I’m writing here is to bring some light into

the truth of marijuana to hopefully give out enough
information that may just give it the push needed
to legalize it after its long shady past. I have been
doing research on this particular subject for quite a
while now and since starting I have come to realize
that what we’ve been told about the supposable
dangerous drug called marijuana isn’t what we
may think. So I’m here to speak out about this
matter and spread the truth about marijuana.
Marijuana, as most of you might not know, goes as
far back to 2700 B.C. according to a Chinese
manuscript. It was first observed in 1545 by
European explorers that settled in the New World.
It was such a useful crop to the early Jamestown
settlers that they started its cultivation. They even
went so far that they started giving farmers fines if
they didn’t grow marijuana. During the early
1600’s marijuana was used for treating maladies
like headaches, menstrual cramps, and toothaches.
It became a common household drug.

By the early 1900’s, during the Mexican

Revolution, trafficking of marijuana opened up,
which made the growth and transportation a whole
lot easier and much more profitable. It even made
its way to the black market. During these times
was where it began on being used other than for
medicine. During the 60’s was where marijuana
was prime years of Marijuana. Crime rates was
never raised, and no major health problems
occurred by the use of marijuana. It was said that
there was no big evidence that marijuana lead to
using harder drugs by the White House Conference
on Drug Abuse. This was a time where
decriminalizing marijuana was at the closest it has
ever been. I'm for the legalization of marijuana
because of its biased history.

By the time the70’s came about the war on drugs

started showing its true colors in the political
world. The Nixon administration decided to get
involved, by Nixon’s personal hatred towards all
illegal drugs. He somehow convinced Americans
that the more arrests made on drug related charges
the more the crime rate would go down. Since
then, that has been the campaign used to go against
marijuana. It has even got worse. The more
supporters that they got out of this lie the more
people that were silenced.

The 80’s became the Reagan administration’s rise

against marijuana. In 1986, Reagan’s then-drug
advisor, Carlton Turner, mentioned during an
interview with Newsweek magazine that, while
visiting a drug treatment center, he found that 40%
of the patients had committed homosexual acts.
And so they brought it a step further making the
cover of Newsweek that week read “REAGAN
AIDE: POT CAN MAKE YOU GAY.”This was
the most biased excuse that was made to make sure
marijuana stayed unpopular to the public. Even
though this was not necessarily accepted as a fact,
it no doubt hurt the drug’s image even more in
some people’s minds.

Marijuana is not a narcotic and has never been a

mentally or physically addicting drug. You could
use large amounts for years without physical or
mental deterioration. The main uses of marijuana
were to act as a euphoria. The accusation that it
causes hallucinations from marijuana itself is
totally false. Now if it was to be laced with an
illegal hallucinogenic drug then yes it can cause
such things. There have been accounts to where
people felt no effects from smoking marijuana at
all. But most tend to feel relaxed and sociable.
They would also tend to laugh a lot. People against
marijuana say that these effects are childish and
make people live an un-serious life. Well when you
look at the effect of being relaxed then that would
mean it releases stress that the person may be
dealing with. This could give that person a
healthier lifestyle. Much better than taking anti-
depressants. The effect of being sociable really
would help people to be doing things instead of
being lazy. Studies have shown that most murders
have been caused by people that lived an un-
sociable lifestyle. So if this is true then wouldn’t
that mean that marijuana is potential to decreasing
a piece of the crime rate? Now even though
marijuana has been known to be a dangerous use
while driving, doesn’t alcohol do the exact same
thing? Which brings it to the fact that alcohol and
tobacco is legal and yet marijuana is somehow
illegal even though marijuana is nowhere as
dangerous as alcohol and the nicotine in the
tobacco. Alcohol has been proven to be more
dangerous than marijuana when it comes to
driving. So could this really be a credible reason
why marijuana should be kept illegal? Not likely!

It was said by news editor of New Jersey weekly

newspapers Hank Kalet that the war on drugs is
nothing more than a failed policy of prohibition
that was mainly focused upon urban blacks and
Latinos. The effects that came out of this was only
that it filled our prisons, overtax our police
departments along with turning each and every
addict into criminals, which just ruined more of
their lives throwing them in jail than it would’ve if
they stayed addicts and seeked rehabilitation. This
became the destruction of every person’s civil
liberties. All because of neighborhood drug
sweeps. There was also motor vehicle stops made
based on the color of the driver’s skin and eased
search and seizure rules. And where does all this
money going to from all the illegal drug sweeps?
They spent about70% of all federal anti-drug
money on law enforcement and the control of our
national borders. The biased-based drug war
became a policy driven by the belief that taking a
hard line on drugs is what sells during political
elections.

And so here are the facts that could happen if

marijuana was to be legalized. If this was to
happen then the U.S. can put a tax on it and so the
revenues can be used to bring awareness of drug
treatment. The government spends around $8
million to keep this drug off the streets, so if
legalized then there would be a huge decrease into
the money spent on drug prevention and use that
money for something well worth the use. 1/6 of the
people in prison are non-violent marijuana
offenders. The prisons have become overcrowded
because of this and it costs a lot of money to keep
these people in there. So if made legal the prisons
will then have room to put more violent offenders
in. And as of since 1996, the states Alaska,
Arizona, California, Colorado, Hawaii, Maine,
Maryland, Nevada, Oregon, and Washington have
legalized the use of marijuana for medical use. So
now that part of the biased-given name to
marijuana has been taken out, people will have a
chance to bring the decriminalization of marijuana
to the U.S. hopefully very soon.

So as you can see marijuana has had a rough and

struggling history behind it and to this day you will
see that people speaking out on the truth towards
this useful herb tends to get attacked by the
"Justice System". My intentions are mainly to get
it fully legalized for medical use for the people that
really need it. But I’m hoping that I’ll get it as far
as to be fully legalized for the use of anybody that
wants to just smoke freely and have a happy and
fun life. The possibility of legalizing marijuana is
closer than you may think. We just need to keep
speaking until our words are heard. We can do this.
The truth will be spoken. Thank you for hearing
me out.
Obama: The Ineligible,
Non-Socialist, President

Ineligible to be President:
Since the time before Obama was elected people
have been demanding Obama to show his original
birth certificate. The Supreme Court has asked for
a response from Obama, along with the
Democratic National Committee & Federal
Elections Commission. They had until December
1st to respond. Other cases have been filed asking
for the same thing - a legal birth certificate
proving the place of birth for President Barack
Obama. He did not comply, so the court would not
review the case!

Obama says he is qualified. But Berg, multiple

legal suits & a growing number of American
citizens are saying "Prove It!" This is a basic,
vital, & Constitutional request. Why won't Obama
answer such a simple request by producing a birth
certificate?

Exhibit A: The Grandmother's tape.

Barack Obama's own grandmother said he was
born in Kenya. While politicians are known for it,
grandmothers seldom lie. It's recorded on tape: "I
was in the delivery room in Mombosa Kenya,
when he was born Aug. 4, 1961" ~Sarah Obama,
Obama's paternal grandmother.

Exhibit B: No Original Birth Certificate.

Experts have called the Certification of Live Birth
posted online a forgery. Berg reported "It's clearly
been altered," which invalidates it, according to the
document itself.

Exhibit C: Indonesian citizenship.

Only Indonesian citizens could attend Indonesian
schools at the time Barack Obama attended the
Indonesian school where he was registered as
Barry Soetoro. His citizenship was listed as
Indonesian, his religion as Islam, and his father as
Lolo Soetoro, M.A. There was also no dual
citizenship at the time. If Obama was adopted by
his Indonesian stepfather, he would have forfeited
any U.S. citizenship he may have had, just as when
a child is adopted in America, he or she becomes
an American.

Exhibit D: U.S. Law.

In addition, according to U.S. law pertaining to
births abroad, from "Dec. 24, 1952 to Nov. 13,
1986," in order to register the child's birth as a U.S.
natural-born citizen at the time of Obama's birth,
he or she must be: 1. Born to two U.S. citizen
parents; or, 2. If only one parent was a U.S. citizen
at the time of the birth, that parent must have
resided in the United States for at least 10 years, at
least five of which must be after the age of 14.

Since Barack Obama's father was not a U.S. citizen

and Obama's mother was only 18 at the time of his
birth, she failed to meet legal requirements of U.S.
residency for at least five years after the age of 14.

The United States Constitution

Article 2, Section 1 includes these words:
"No person except a natural born citizen, or a
citizen of the United States, at the time of the
adoption of this Constitution, shall be eligible to
the office of President; neither shall any person be
eligible to that office who shall not have attained to
the age of thirty five, and been fourteen years a
resident within the United States."

Obama is NOT a Socialist:

Now, for all my Socialists out there, & for all those
that are awake to the fact that Obama is not a
Socialist, let's prove to these people that Obama,
the Corporatist Messiah, is clearly not a Socialist
like us!
Obama gives taxpayer trillions to private
capitalists while millions remain unemployed.
NOT SOCIALIST
He's making citizens pay taxes for private
capitalist banks & industries throughout
america. NOT SOCIALIST
Now, there is two ways to deal with the federal
reserve, either destroy it or nationalize it, which
will make the new world order out of touch
through their plans in the usage of the federal
reserve. BUT, Obama refuses to even nationalize
it, & keeps it as it is. NOT SOCIALIST
Here's a quote made by Obama, "People don't
resent the rich. They want to be rich, and that's
good." Clearly not socialistic. Socialists believe in
no rich & no poor. For everyone to be equal. NOT
SOCIALIST
Obama doesn't want a government central
planning for the infrastructure, & is keeping the
same corrupted corporatism that is runned by
elitist capitalists. NOT SOCIALIST
He gave jobs to racist unions. Which keeps the
blacks out of work, which will eventually turn to
poor ghettos. Socialist belief is the end of ghettos.
NOT SOCIALIST
He supports for taxpayers to fund religious
charter schools & religious social services, which
clearly violates the intent of separation of religion
& government clause in the constitution. NOT
SOCIALIST
Obama had made the comment that he supports
free market capitalism. NOT SOCIALIST
Obama is supporting a healthcare system where he
would turn over authority back to private
insurance companies with some public
healthcare to create competition between each
other. NOT SOCIALIST
Obama has announced that he will be increasing
the military in Afghanistan, Pakistan, & keep
thousands of troops to stay in Iraq. NOT
SOCIALIST
Obama took in $700 million total in funding
through his campaign. NOT SOCIALIST
Obama is now privatizing NASA, which is one of
the most successful nationalized program in our
country. NOT SOCIALIST
Obama also appointed former Senator Judd Gregg,
who is a social security privatizer, in charge of
the Commerce Department. NOT SOCIALIST
Obama is allowing the advancements of the
privatization of police force. NOT SOCIALIST
Obama had appointed Arne Duncan, a school-
privatizer/militarizer, to be his Education
Secretary. NOT SOCIALIST
This is just half of what all obama does that is
clearly not socialistic. It's amazing how you see
him as a socialist, whether you hate it or not, when
clearly it shows that he is a capitalist & is
promoting capitalism while the media white
washes socialism. Allowing the American people
to promote the very thing Obama wants you to
promote. CAPITALISM
 The
Internationale
The Socialist,
Communist, &
Anarchist Anthem
The Socialist’s Anthem
Arise, wretched of the earth
Arise, convicts of hunger
Reason thunders in its volcano
This is the eruption of the end
Of the past let us wipe the slate clean
Masses, slaves, arise, arise
The world is about to change its foundation
We are nothing, let us be all
This is the final struggle
Let us group together, and tomorrow
The Internationale
Will be the human race
There are no supreme saviours
Neither God, nor Caesar, nor tribune.
Producers, let us save ourselves
Decree the common welfare
That the thief might bare his throat,
That the spirit be pulled from its prison
Let us fan the forge ourselves
Strike the iron while it is hot
This is the final struggle
Let us group together, and tomorrow
The Internationale
Will be the human race
The state represses and the law cheats
The tax bleeds the unfortunate
No duty is imposed on the rich
'Rights of the poor' is a hollow phrase
Enough languishing in custody
Equality wants other laws:
No rights without obligations, it says,
And as well, no obligations without rights
This is the final struggle
Let us group together, and tomorrow
The Internationale
Will be the human race
Hideous in their self-glorification
Kings of the mine and rail
Have they ever done anything other
Than steal work?
Into the coffers of that lot,
What work creates has melted
In demanding that they give it back
The people wants only its due.
This is the final struggle
Let us group together, and tomorrow
The Internationale
Will be the human race
The kings make us drunk with their fumes,
Peace among ourselves, war to the tyrants!
Let the armies go on strike,
Stocks in the air, and break ranks
If these cannibals insist
On making heroes of us,
Soon they will know our bullets
Are for our own generals
This is the final struggle
Let us group together, and tomorrow
The Internationale
Will be the human race
Labourers, peasants, we are
The great party of workers
The earth belongs only to men
The idle will go reside elsewhere
How much of our flesh they feed on,
But if the ravens and vultures
Disappear one of these days
The sun will always shine
This is the final struggle
Let us group together, and tomorrow
The Internationale
Will be the human race

Long Live The Socialist Revolution!