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WRITE POETRY WITH KiBLS

- Book 29 -

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Unfortunately, someone has deleted the Etherpads or changed the access rights so that no one has access to the files anymore.

Of course, I have the files backed up on my hard drive, so the whole operation is no problem except for a little extra work on my part.

Therefore we have to use email communication and write some mails to each other.

I am looking forward to your suggestions! 🙂

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Time is an imagination in your head.
Just like viruses that you spread.

Hours, days, years and even decades,
cast clearly discernible shades.

Who recognize the lie can break out.
He conquered his ignorance and doubt.

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People get used to so very much.
And yet they should never judge.

For things always look otherwise.
If one looks at it with other eyes.

Consider the variety of viewpoints.
And realize all the invisible joints.

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What do you eat, and what do you drink?
What software do you use? And what ink?

Don't support anything that harms others.
Know everyone around you as your brothers.

Promote only what is good and genuine!
Recognize in your neighbor the divine.

Everyone is part of the great whole.
Everyone here plays his personal role.

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Really letting go is the hardest thing.
Even for the consciousness of a king.

Without any doubt about the why.
I allow the familiar to pass me by.

The world is in this moment simply as it is.
Neither a cursed hell nor a heavenly bliss.

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Fact checkers act as the Ministry of Truth.
And lies to both - the old and the youth.

It must be called genocide against humanity.
By a worldwide media pandemic of insanity.

It must be called genetic manipulation.
And not only "a protective vaccination".

A genetic connection to a virtual cloud.
Strange that the resistance is not loud.

The total enslavement of everyone.
Everything happens in an easy run.

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What is the meaning of life?
What should be done here?
To gather friends and a wife?
To be blind or to become a seer?

Prefer one person over the other?
Treating one like the worst enemy,
and the other like a loving brother?
Is this how to fulfill my destiny?

Is it like a difficult balancing act?
Like walking on a really wobbly rope?

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What if I take over the control?
Realizing that I'm part of the whole?

Could I change my behavior?
And thereby be my own savior?

Could I change my own mind?
And stop remaining blind?

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We may acquire useless things.
And grovel before fancy kings.

We have revolutionized slavery.
Over the ages, a true knavery.

We all live in our golden cages.
As well as we act on many stages.

We receive colorful paper slips,
and also get some vacation trips.

We will maintain this normality,
if we won't realize the bestiality.

Everyone must become self-aware.
Or this world will make us despair.

Everyone has to think about it.
And no one may any longer submit.

Those who wants to be controlled,
sells himself for papers and gold.

The caterpillar merely leaves its cocoon.
Likewise, we'll realize our own change soon.

Like a rainbow after a rain shower.
we suddenly notice our own power.

The real thing has always been around.
And all of a sudden it was again found.

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Some lie so much that the beams bend,
and others dance to set to it an end.

As if any of the rulers would care.
Or recognise his error and play fair.

As if pigs beg the butcher for mercy.
They think there's a little controversy.

Unaware that their end is truly near.
They hold up protest placards and cheer.

Others are gearing up for the next war.
While the toxins ooze out of every pore.

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From the material to the ideational.
Ends the concept of the national.

Back from the outside to the inside.
This kind of change occurs worldwide.

The unseen turns into a valuable good.
It'll end the chapter of hollywood.

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The positive shall stand.
In every single land.

I question all my actions,
but also my reactions.

I don't want to be bad.
For that would be mad.

Force begets counterforce.
That knows every horse.

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What's the value of illumination these days?
Who still wants to wander on those old ways?

The majority strives only for money and power,
they don't realize the current ringing hour.

Illusions for which one sacrifices everything.
For the delusion to become thereby a king.

Today no lie or deception is bold enough.
And one no longer sense his own handcuff.

Today people call it a "blocking chain".
And no one sees that it only causes pain.

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Patriotism is a thought construction.
It comes with no detailed instruction.

It can be dangerous but also beneficial.
Yet all ideologies remain artificial.

You have to question every thought bubble.
Otherwise you'll always run into trouble.

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Should one give up every meal?
Give up every lucrative deal?

Should one do without perfume?
Discontinue with each consume?

Live with no roof over your head?
Wait until you are finally dead?

Such materialistic oriented cultures,
predominantly produce only vultures.

They consume mostly without thinking.
And without thirst, they're drinking.

Travels to the source and realize,
for it's invaluable to become wise.

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Should that be it?

The right to one's own life forfeited.
Options were never honestly debated.

The whole life plagued by slavery.
To liberate lacked every bravery.

Always seeked the bleak mammon only.
Yet one felt unfulfilled and lonely.

One dull day simply followed the next,
for the Life always seemed complex.

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Leaders ignore everyone's complaints.
Pure distrust and fear is what remains.

The times are getting more and more crazy,
and in deep questioning all become lazier.

In the interest of the common welfare,
they drive people into a deep despair.

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Toxins in the food.
Toxins in the air.
Toxins in the water.
Toxins in the earth.

Everything is infested and polluted.
Thus today, countless are executed.

Only very few people do detoxification.
They do not recognize the damnation.

They think life will go on as before.
Materialism is the thing they live for.

They are like greedy little minions,
who keep suppressing other opinions.

The chaff is sorting from the wheat.
Soon the separation will be complete.

After that, everything is reunited.
But first everything must be divided.

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What has no beginning has no end.
But linear views became a trend.

Everything exists at the same time,
not to recognize it is like a crime.

For that is how suffering arises.
Blessed are the ones who realizes.

The beginning of an illusionary way,
must inevitably end - one day.

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It is such an unbelievable mental scrap,
let many people run into a dangerous trap.

Injected into the mind from outside.
A completely distorted form of pride.

Planted in innocent brains from a young age,
so that their minds grow in a twisted cage.

Self-reflection is a completely foreign thing.
The inner voice is ignored as it starts to sing.

You must question honestly your intentions!
Are they even artificial, mental inventions?

Strange thoughts that you now call your own?
Thoughts that weighs you down like a stone.

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What if...?

What if everything would change?
If profit intentions seem strange.

What if everything were otherwise?
If untruths fell and truths would rise.

What if people change their behavior?
And everyone becomes his own savior?

When awareness triumphs over greed.
And if kindness would take the lead?

When you don't interfere everywhere?
And yet deal with everyone simply fair?

When you recognize in your neighbor the divine?
And you grasp how all thoughts will just align?

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It has no beneficial sense to think negatively!
Because your behaviour develop correlatively.

Negative thoughts always lead to bad results.
But this behavior is taken over by the adults.

No matter how dark the world seems to you,
it's all ok, bad is only your current view!

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We live truly in historical times.
At every corner one can see crimes.

The madness is on the rise everywhere.
And many want to retaliate every tear.

Corrupt governments will be overthrown.
And it inflames a fight for the new crown.

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Just feel happy and satisfied right now!
And do not ponder long about the how.

There is no need to be sad or depressed,
in this moment you can feel truly blessed.

The future and past is only in your head!
Regardless of what others have said.

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The test for covid is moronic and not useful,
but the DNA collected by it is like a jewel.

Everything collected is sent to one place,
it's a global, ruthlessly arranged DNA chase.

If your DNA is known, they can work with it,
the possibilities are many but for most a myth.

Vaccinated individuals were patented and marked.
This way, your DNA was legislatively trademarked.

But even PCR tested people were thus deceived.
For they have taken too - the mark of the beast.

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About hypocritical times

Politicians who deceive with their trickiness,
and doctors who earn money with sickliness.

Employers who take only advantage of you,
and media and news that control your view.

The state that demands protection payments,
and trades that run only in dark basements.

Pharmacists who sell toxic crap and drugs,
and software that is full of deliberate bugs.

Philantropy that only harms mankind,
and judicial writings that are unsigned.

The world is contradictory, and that in detail!
And incredible crimes are hidden behind a veil.

The good is twisted and the evil reigns,
the entire humanity has been put in chains.

But all the chains will break and shatter,
because madness becomes a sacred matter.

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Are you feeling low-spirited? Depressed?
Did you forget what beats in your chest?

Well, just let me build you back up!
Because it is now the time to get up.

Just let go of your old thought crap!
Because we are not doing another lap.

Forget your old concerns and loads!
Because we will take entirely new roads!

Do you realize now what times are ahead?
Do you realize what energies just spread?

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your lines?

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After a few emails back and forth, we should have it completed.


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