A
Paradox of
Colors
“The
Lethal Weapon”
A
Paradox
of Colors,
mirrored images of children saturated into old paint brushes, used for malice,
greed and gold.
The
Classic image of the Stolen Child, painted on a Jade Colored Canvas, used as a
special needs item to be sold.
An
obsession of life, of malice, a stolen Child, used in the
system
As
the Lethal Weapon, to Scatter Families within.
To
confuse the publics mind, using the bias media, while innocent parents believe
that it could never happen to them.
For
destruction of future generations to come.
Using
Slander, covering the Truth, while grieving parents are jumping through circus
hoops.
Paint by numbers kit, used by the system,
calculating how many Children will keep them financially fit.
Applying for federal funds, using high
reasoning, appearing legit, adding special needs to their painted kit.
“So
help them God”
Splashing
traces
of sand, left on the floors, slowly, dragging their ugly feet exposing a trail,
prepared for the magistrates, setting their sites on a family of
four.
As the children are used for
trafficking, ignoring their pain, while fixing their bow ties and receiving
financial gains.
A
Heavy Vision evokes within our minds, of the day the
Court
Puppets will sing a song, and the Wizards will drop blind, as the Magistrates
will
Raise
their faulty right hands, swearing to tell the truth, and nothing but the truth,
so help them God.
The truth has been kept safely under the
wings of a Dove, while crystals of legacy and colors of Jade stain the old
scorned walls.
Birthdays, Mothers Day, Fathers Day,
Easter, and Christmas, year after year, staring at our Childs image, painted on
the Canvas.
Come spring mourning, after all of the
celebrations passed us by, not one of them knew that it was I, who stood in
front of them, asking for the files, with all of those
lies.
“Selecting their victims”
A
Battle
Ship
of
Parents,
loading onto the Court Docket, as Social Services
Demands
they remove all Game Units from their threaded pockets.
They
prepare for Battle Ship, game number 22,851,998.
The teaching fellows place the children
onto the patrol Boats.
Instructing
them not to wine, handing them a
Hook, line and sinker, and a special tag
that says, number 9.
The
Social Services begins the process of
Confusion, Look up children, your parents are abandoning you, watch them all go
by.
The
Children all begin to cry, Mommy, Daddy, look at me! The Battle Ship drops
tears, into the Ocean, onto the Submarine.
The process of Judicial Kidnapping
begins; elimination of the parents will make the Judges a big win.
The Ring of silence
will reap bonuses, rewards and financial grins.
“Organized in-house terrorist
group”
The
Time
Law
is set into place to divide, bringing division to the American families with a
surprise, using the Bond to claim they have severed the ties, realizing that all
they do is silently lie. Creating the emotional trauma they call the Court
Counselor of all, the Magistrates for the up coming Adoption Ball, and the
Guardian Ad Wizard to choose, “Whats
in the best interest for them all.”
Stripping
the grieving parents of their constitutional rights, giving them reason to live,
to see the day the Court Counselors fall, begging us to accept their financial
filth and pathetic pleas so they can win.
The
Organized In-House Terrorist Group is set into place, using high reasoning to
apply for Federal Funding, while sitting at their dinner tables, folding their
hands, and Saying Grace.
Scatter
begins, as they begin to separate the siblings one by one.
The
Puppets are now used to teach and amuse.
Visions
of serenity are cloaked into the sand, glistening sparkles fall from our hands,
footprints are found, exposing a trail of slander and greed, giving us evidence
to shut their child trafficking ring down with a pleasant
Ease.
“The misfortunate
ones”
They
all
watched
us, grieving in tears, as they received letters of pleas for help, as they
shredded them and laughed, saying,
These
are their golden years.
They laughed among themselves saying,
What?
Do they think they have seen everybody but God here? Ha!
The
Bible says, for those of you who are persecuted, are the chosen ones.
So
we said, we are the blessed ones,
While
Social Services are the misfortunate ones.
Social Services places blinders on
all of those around them,
While they collect federal funds,
slandering the most innocent for fun,
They are protected by immunity, winks
and grins,
While they prosper in greed, saying it
was the parents who are in sin.
The truth is as pretty as a narcissus, as
silver as the feathers are, that are protected under the wings of the flying
white dove who has always known how the Lord of the child trafficking Ring has
selected victims and won.
They have stolen our children, giving us
a painted image, painted by numbers on an old Canvas that sat in the
den.
As we overturn each stone, they will
shred another false report, stating all that is gone, is simply unknown.
“The
Truth will prevail in The End, bringing justice to all within”
Voices
will
fly
strongly
into the colored scheme, mirroring the images of those who will soon win.
Let it be written into
history, where castles crown the mountains, as the truth rises in the land,
while the truth prevails in the end, as we expose Social Services and all that
operate within.
We pray in Jesus name, for Social
Services to surrender all, to admit to their fancy guilt, to return our
children, and to remove themselves from the Law of Gods Promise
Land.
But,
Mommy, you said we would get to plant flowers in our
garden.
Look Mommy! I drew a picture for you, but
that Lady with the Easter bunny told me that I can’t give it to
you.
Copyright
law.
SRD
“The
Easter Bunny Adoption Fair”
The
Easter
Bunny
told me she was taking me to the Adoption
Fair where there will be Funny Clowns with sheep
cloths on, clowning around, and Puppets who will sing a song and dance to
everyone in shady
town.
She
said that Jokers will be sitting down, behind a Curtain,
inside the Chambers,
with a Wizard
doing magical tricks,
spinning in circles, on a Child
trafficking
Merry Go Round. She said that they
will be celebrating Halloween night wearing funny masks and long Black Robes,
and
will be taking me on a Roller Coaster flight. She
said that I will have to pretend to be a princess, so I
can get a Real name for my life. She said to be nice to the Jokers, because if I
am, then
I will get a Golden
Seal
for my new names. She told me that I will get an adoption paper; just like the
one my Cabbage Patch Doll wears on her Trafficking
Ring.
My brother and sister, they don‘t
get
to have one, because they already live with my Mommy two, and get to keep their
chosen names, because theirs are more realer than mine.
But
Mommy, Why can’t my brother and sister go with me to the Adoption Fair? They can
have one two!
I
don’t want to go alone!
But,
I
don’t want to go alone, I don’t want to,
I don’t want to go with the Easter Bunny
Why,
Mommy, Why?
Copyright
law.
SRD
Kidnapped by the state of Missouri on Holloween.
TORN APART
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