poem - welcome to the other side

welcome to the other side

are you protected

if not, Big-Pharma is looking to provide you coverage

they've got all the winter packages and goodies

after all, it's the season to be jolly

Pfizer's bag is full of fun stuff

vaccines, boosters and the trinity of death - MAID

no virus will have time to kill you

did you know that Santa is an acronym of Satan

he really wants your soul for Xmas

the elves are now Big-Pharma's busy little chemists

the hiring bonus could not be refused

you may not know it, but they drop-kicked Mrs. Claus before leaving

they spiked her eggnog, she dropped like a lead weight

did you know that MAID is a special elixir

it starts with midazolam

the same drug with "witch" they laced the PCR tests

then they add propofol

it provides the same comfort as your beauty-rest mattress

finally, the brew adds rocuronium

a complete muscle relaxant

you'll have no chance of dying with an pee erection

but you'll have fully recovered - you're dead

you've gone up the chimney, just like a puff of smoke

welcome to the other side

Rudolph is ready to punt you into kingdom come

you should have worn a condom

thank you,

joseph pede

poem - reserve yours today

reserve yours today

something is brewing on the reservation

Canada's "crazy horse" is packing fortune cookies for the occasion

it's Carney, and he's got the "royal crown" backing him

no, not the one from across the pond

but rather a barrel of Canadian-made firewater

wanting to make sure the festivities are an inebriating event

after all, this is the powwow of the century

Canada's chief, and the native chiefs, are going to discuss oil

not sunflower or olive oil, but Clampett's kind of oil

talks include a big long pipe, not a peace pipe

you can't drive a Buick with tobacco

ask the Mennonites, their horses get high on the stuff

but the tribes are restless, history and Custer are a reminder

war paint and bonnet are always an option

no point in quivering

will the forkish tongue of "crazy horse" prevail, or

will the big white father from across the pond intervene

the ending will include talk of illegal drugs and guns

obviously to finalize the more important currencies of the world

stone carvings commemorating this event will be on sale

reserve yours today, before the railroad tracks are laid

thank you,

joseph pede

Garan ...... Covid-19 Trial ...... Poem - The Politics

Astronaut Ron Garan’s message isn’t abstract or idealistic. It’s practical.

If humanity keeps treating Earth as an unlimited resource rather than a shared system, the consequences will be universal. Seeing Earth from space didn’t make him feel small. It made him feel accountable. Because when you truly understand that we’re all riding the same fragile spacecraft through the universe, the idea of “us versus them” quietly disappears — replaced by a single, unavoidable truth:

There is only us."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pgb8f9d63vQ

The Covid-19 Narrative is on Trial in the Netherlands

This is a Monumental Event

The First Exclusive Interview with Attorney Peter W.H. Stassen

Mark Carney is a senior member of the WEF.

WEF members were key players in GLOBAL GENOCIDE.

Keep in mind, MASS MIGRATION is an extinction level event. A plan to destabilize western governments, destroy Christian Capitalism and enable the Globalists/Technocrats/Satanists to construct a depopulated surveillance state.

Never forget what they are doing to Reiner Fuellmich

Dr. Francis Boyle - Coronavirus is a Biological Warfare Weapon

YOU ARE LETTING THE PEOPLE THAT ATTEMPTED TO DESTROY YOU,

GOVERN YOU.

the politics

it's not in what they say

the politics has a silent language

even if the legislation is carved in stone

the mystery is in the handshake

in gestures, and in symbols

but most of all, it resides in lies

there is always a hidden agenda

cloak and dagger, so to speak

in reality, a non-fiction classic

where the authors remain anonymous

invisible to the eye

like catherine and heathcliffe atop the mount

the truth of politics would shock you

collapse your reality

it is the engine of duplicity

never what solon had planned, or desired

think hard, and then harder

as long as you can think

the politics has not enslaved you

thank you,

joseph pede

poem - but as above, so below

but as above, so below

the landscape is transforming

the morning sky is blistery blue

the green grass rigid like acrylic shag

the volkswagen's muffler is smoking a joint

roofs laced with a slithery jam

pneumonia resting behind the autumn moon

bronchitis readying its attack on the wrinkled farts

there's a whirlwind of sickness laying in wait

but as above, so below

squirrels hauling over-ripened watermelons

pumpkins masquerading as orangutans

raccoons gnawing on a bounty of crabby apples

skunks famously detoxing the air of impurities

so too, nature's medicinal herbs screaming for your attention

pine needles reaching out for the spectrum child

the sweet smell of chamomile seeking to quench your lips

dandelion root questioning your science

the weeds of winter know what you have forgotten

it's time to find your betty davis eyes

something murky is blowing in the wind

it's the best of the archon's science

a science that remains unknown to you

thank you,

joseph pede

 

poem - dire straits

dire straits

are you in dire straits

money for nothing and your "kicks" for free

yah, that was knopfler's famous line

you thought the gravy train would never end

the credit card proved to be an empty bank

you woke up, just as the sheriff knocked on the door

you screwed up

the loose ends could no longer be tied together

you don't work for the government

you are the betrayed host - not the parasite

you can't blame God

He never said success was a bad thing

He actually OK'ed you moving up the ladder

but you should never have placed money above Him

you sought greed rather than the intangible nectar

took the prosperity gospel one shekel too far

the preacher's coupons can't buy redemption

they have no spiritual sauce

the basket of cornucopia misled you

you ate "one apple" too many

better go back to the beginning

the food bank proves to be the perfect metaphor

thank you,

joseph pede

poem - world series

world series

something's brewing in milwaukee

it ain't no ale

tampa bay hooligans have rolled into town

with death rays in hand

it's the world series

the pope's team is off to confession

the fallen angels' have retreated to hades

their black magic wore off

the "eye of newt" went blind

but it worked on those unsuspecting jays

fleeced the little fuckers

apparently the brew made vladimir see double

bull crap, if you ask me

his paycheque distorted his vision

management had to create an excuse

laser surgery was a sure thing

next year it will be anal veins

especially if vlad shows up with hemorrhoids

the world is a busy place

a series of mischiefs are always in play

all waiting for the big one, the big game 

the one that takes it all, the big kahuna

the big enchilada, the big dipper

the trump of all trumpets

screw it, time for beer and popcorn

stanley's back, and so is babcock

do you believe this shit

thank you,

joseph pede