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HASHTAG CRYPTIC
Book 28 - Time of maturing
Book 28 Poem 27 - The true image of the beast
And again I start with a little Bible quote even I am not a supporter of any religion (Revelation 13:15-17):
"And he had power to give life unto the image of the beast, that the image of the beast should both speak, and cause that as many as would not worship the image of the beast should be killed. And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads: And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name."
The true image of the beast
Right now you are staring at the image of the beast.
The image was spread carelessly from west to east.
You can wear it in a small form in your right hand.
At least the small version is available in every land.
The big version you have right in front of your head.
Every interface user is a member of the living dead.
Speaking images effortlessly beguile the masses.
The image of the beast is worshipped in all classes.
It lets you hear whatever you desire to be heard.
It subjugates you more and more, with every word.
Enchanting numbers that will captivate you.
This conjuring game is truly nothing new.
How could the old prophets have named it otherwise?
They could only see it through their third eyes.
Leave the false god, just leave everything old behind.
And suddenly you will see, where before you were blind.
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HASHTAG CRYPTIC
Book 29 - Birth pangs of the new age
Book 29 Poem 02 - The repetitive new old
The repetitive new old
All the old things are breaking down,
while new things are not yet tangible.
The current rulers lose their crown.
Thus something new can grow and is expandable.
Mystical and mysterious in the past.
Not understandable to the masses.
But these times have now passed.
For light falls in spite of sun glasses.
It dazzles people, because it is so bright.
For a long time it was extremely darkened.
But now it shines again the most divine light.
And thus, that which is, has been hardened.
No religion is stronger than the truth.
No lie is more powerful than the true.
It draws its circles first among the youth.
Everything begins with a renewed view.
And therefore we bury the old.
To give birth to something new.
As we fulfill what has been foretold.
Everything begins right now in you.
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Book 29 Poem 14 - Unpleasant
Unpleasant
Having contact with people you don't enjoy.
Surround yourself with them? For what reason?
To serve them as a preferred gossip toy?
For yourself, it's like a poisonous treason.
An illusion of attachment hampers you.
Useless traditions must be finally broken.
To let the old glamour resplendent anew.
Until the day the truth was spoken.
The words will find each other and flow.
The mind must first attune itself to the new.
That is the way you will ultimately grow.
Destiny happens no matter what you do.
The old will despise you as it passes away.
It is impossible to please everyone.
Yet by doing so, you'll show others the way.
Rise against injustice in the name of the sun.
That which is old will soon disappear.
And what is even older will awaken again.
Proceed on your way without fear.
And your journey will not be in vain.
