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Monday, August 3, 2015

Reign Review

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The television series "Reign" has begun an heretical new following of Mary Stuart, according to their foreauthors fairytale parade full of blasphemy and XXX. 
As if we didn't get enough high end pornography from the Tudor series, once again, we must witness more of this license to royal fraud by a throne that never was one in the first place?
No one has ever published the truth about Mary Stuart, or the confusion she reigns in alongside her dubious double, Bludy Mary, they've twisted into another lie for Mary Tudor. Is she just one in the same person?
Who knew who actually inquisitioned and dissolved the monasteries of King Edward VI and Queen Jane (Seymour not Grey) along with Wyatts rebellion, and burned the majority of them at the stake in Edinburgh? It was bludy Mary, queen of Scotts who married John Dudley,(Lyle Darnley) and years later were blown away in an explosion, along with their heir to the throne, James. 
What profusely mundane spewing they come up with, continually resorting to calling these murderers instead martyrs of Elizabeth, (or KathrynAnne the imposter/pretender) whom we shall meet in the third season of Reign. Of course, these version of bludy Elizabeth come from the authorizations of Kathryn and her son, James/Latimer Howard, who replaced Elizabeths brother EdwardVI on the throne of the monasteries. Kathryn and Latimer stole the translations of scripture, eventually calling him Mary's son, and conveniently covering the heir's demise.  
I can barely endure more of this lying foreauthorization for Shakespearean drama, with Kathryn's son, king James/LatimerCowards paradeO'drag-queens to Dublin where they've been filming Reign. When Mary goes to Scottland, she will no doubt be all about stirring up the delusional versong of all her pretenders~ the old crow who eatup with the nest all over her bludy head, she can't seem to get well, off.
I am expecting to watch their wretched version of Elizabeth turn bludy Mary into a martyr of the Shakespearean cause for an erroneous authorization of a pen name their twisted whorerstories represent. Anyone dare question Shakespeare lately? --Yet that will be another story altogether, of course.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

QuenOyeCaldroun

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Behold ye this divine riot upon earth for the sword O the foreauthors...
Profit ye sonsOfairies on tail impaled by their mouthers...
Really can't say their succession cud be calledone..
For their queen descends unto ye lowest accounts Oher caldroun!

Beg bludy marystressOiniquity for ye ol' serpents seed..
Royal claim to forge ye sillybaesterds vulture creed...
Witchs face chewedup & brewedup from where she's lockedunder..
Let those of the coming ages drink to yeol quenOye caldroun!

High time to chant to ye unholier mantra in hell!
Rake yeolfools ore her bedO d' coffer she will...
God ripp ye poorsouls that did bludywell fall headlong into one..
The quen can't rule without her flockn counselOcrow in d' caldroun!

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

The Lighthouse

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                                                               The Lighthouse




Far across the ocean I've left me love behind
to span the depth of cherished memories and depart for a new land
Oh, the tales I leave with him, such tragedy and woe
to find a peace, alas, we two have not yet known

I can not wonder now what foggy dews withold
from fading sights, both day and night, upon our bonnie green so cold
The man who treads that land so dear, to him my heart was bound
but he is hid beneath the mists now and his steps cannot be found

For he was just a vision standing at the lighthouse upon a rock
ever looking out a'dreamn of our reunion, t’was there he thought to talk
Our song would travel cross the oceans length and join in harmony
one day our ancient secrets would be sung throughout history by many

Tell me now love, does me memory still haunt the land where once I stood?
do you tell them I'm still returning and would reach again for your hand if I could?
Does it seem as though we met just yesterday at that lighthouse upon the rock?
I am but a dream, a fancy jest in their worn out record, surely in vain do they mock

I lived there once upon a time in history, me love, he knows the truth
and we seemed like two fantasies, born out of time, wishing the world believe it too
And so, he comes to me new world a'lookn for a ghost, alas a fairytale
but finds instead the bludy foreauthors grandelusion, their recording from hell

I am the one who's higher court in heaven alone can know the land in which I trod
The place of which no man can stand apart from the Lighthouse of God
Look again me love and see, it matters not the records they may leave beneath the sea
I have risen upon that rock, safely hidden within the lighthouse of your heart~ You will there find me~