Helping Kids Find Truth They Can Stand In

Sam-I-El

Sam-I-El

By j-As-One M/O-Ur-Ka-N

Sam-i-El

I have a plan, I thought of well

I’ll take this Earth and make it Hell,

For my N/A-M/E is Sam-I-El.

I do not like these small hue-mans,

With their opened pineal glands.

I will close them shut and make them sleep,

I will turn them all into sheep.

Now I’m ready to cast my spell,

and make this Earth my living Hell,

For my N/A-M/E is Sam-I-El.

Compartmentalized and hypnotized,

From the cradle to the grave,

Let any awakened ones be institutionalized,

The rest remain willing slaves.

The deck is stacked, I rigged the game,

All it took was consent to be the N/A-M/E.

If this knowledge comes to light,

I’ll have no choice but to take flight.

Connected to that in which I dwell,

In this you see, I’m doomed to Hell,

For my N/A-M/E is Sam-I-El

 

Here is the .pdf  file of this poem:  Sam-I-El

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also recommends this poem, called Truth  by G. Jones

 

 

 

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