Hi All, Yesterday I booted up a Win-95 puter looking for some files that were not backed up like I thought.

I found this Poem I wrote in 2004 after having some very strange and disturbing Dreams over a week or so period.

Dreams

The future is like play doe , It is shaped, It is sculpted Every action we take today, Creates a better world, or Creates tomorrow's sorrows

Our knowledge shines like a fine two edge sword......... Wielded for good or evil..... Mankind has been divinely given.......... Choice of, bondage or freedom To use our knowledge and technology, To Eden on Earth restore, Or, a Technological Tyranny will ensnare us!

With the secret games they play,
One by one, they take our freedoms away All for your sake they'll say Down the primrose path they herd, The unsuspecting masses For if the masses only knew, The secret things they do They would rebel against it.... Lack of true knowledge, I fear, Makes their undoing near.......

They lie and they lie, Just to get them all to buy...... But in reality, they haven’t bought a thing.............. The money's all fake...... and their taxed till they ache....... Just to make sure they've stolen everything............................

The system's laws and the system's rules,
Are only Satin's tools..... Dealing you misery, by making you pay..........
Caring not, if you've a bite to eat, or a place to stay.......... The system became a soulless beast.......
Taxing and fining, an insidious feast......... Beating you down, drowning you out,
Devouring your soul, is what it's all about........... Humanity's dreams, will rarely come true......... When taking your money comes before, misery's blues......

Orwell was right, Big Brother's been here all along........... The heart of the beast is technology, no one can escape it It encircles the earth........ Reagan gave it a berth...... The eye in the sky, tracks you like a spy..................
They hear what you say, from miles away............................ And, if you take flight, they see in the night................... If you fight back.... they'll give you a whack............

And in the end, it all depends,
On whose hands the knowledge is in, God's Saints, or the Soulless Minions of Orthodoxy

CJS
2004