Invasion – A Reminder – A Reflection

These Little Reflections Invasion and A Reminder were authored by Akiane Kramarik between the ages of 7-11 in her book titled My Dream Is Bigger Than I – Memories of Tomorrow – Part Six Page 303 — “You will need your own copy of this book to view the full text of this poem.  I limit quotes for the purpose of discussion and to follow copyright guidelines that allows for limited quotes.”

The featured image I choose for this reflection is from my seriously silly bubbly you tube clips where I see fit to falsely claim on purpose that “Z Mysterious Bubble Bursting Extra Terrestrial Is Here” — This is my seriously silly humor at work…In Invasion Akiane writes “You invade by proving everyone is weak” I left out a portion of that reflection as part of building the mystery that is Akiane Kramarik and to encourage my readers to purchase your own copy of Akiane’s amazing book of prose…In A Reminder Akiane writes “The heart can break”. Allow me to share with you the following mystical poem about ways false lovers and false friends can Invade and break many hearts…

Necropolis Beds

So you want to be a friend that is what you say and you want space inside my head in a vile attempt to fill me with dismay to keep me awake…You want to find my weakness so that you can cause me to make many a mistake and like the snake that you are you offer to bake me a birthday cake…You bake me a Boston Cream Pie Cake its delicious to taste you threw me more than one birthday party as you silently celebrated my wake…You bad mouthed me behind my back and used me as a pawn to make your own daughter jealous…You fake black witch you sabotaged yourself and fooled only yourself and in the end those around you see that you are a fake a phony piece of shit who is only good at baking a cake…You bake many a cake in the mystical realm with horrible things said that cannot be unsaid…You bake many a cake with your fancy parties inviting many a false friend for you to tease with ease…You flaunt your vast wealth and seven bathrooms that you never use for you refused to have more than three children didn’t you…You preyed off the attention of other butterfly friends and bad mouthed each one behind their backs like pawns in chess only a few could guess the true pit viper that you are…Too proud to see your own great fall your own great disgrace though you dressed up for many a ball…Before the pandemic hit you attended many a masquerade in many a masked ball hiding evil behind soft speech and so called charities…You are an energy vampire a black witch who knew? You yourself know not the evil that you do…The time is fast approaching when you will reap what you have sown and you will die from your own poison cup…The one with the power of voodoo and such is no match for the one with the power of might from the God of all life the God of all Gods…No black witch is a match for that one who does not need a gun to get respect off the streets…In her presence the demons run in her presence the devils flee in her presence all witch scum scream and shriek for the demons that possess them make loud noises out of terror…For of she it is written of she it was said that one is a holy terror unto all hell and too bad for the ones with the false power and might for great is their fright as they begin to reap what they have sown…As the wheat is separated from the chaff the chaff will be thrown into fire and brimstone and there will be gnashing of teeth and wailing and noise…For the ones who destroyed all the boys and girls will reap what they have sown and the evil unfurled will become their very own…As the wheat is separated from the chaff the chaff will call that one a spit fire and though they will try to throw her into the mire all efforts will fail for this one cannot be touched for the armies of heaven has made it as such…As the wheat is separated from the chaff this one returns all evil to its source and the ones who are the devil’s own will moan and groan with no discourse…All flesh will be silenced when this is done which means no discourse no words no speech only silence. The scrolls of all seven churches will be read and the movies of each life will be read…Those who are wicked will be cast into the pits of hell and the just will be in heaven for of the just it is written in the book of life what will become of all who belong to the book of the dead…Though many an evil spell is conjured their conjuring will be turned back on them and the wicked will be forced to swallow their own wicked poison pills and their cup of iniquities is their own destruction…The power and might of the God of all life cannot be out done and cannot be out run…The fires of hell were no match for Daniel and the fires of hell are no match for the Just…The just will dance in the fire and brimstone with no harm at all as the wicked fall once and for all into their own inferno from centuries of war raw from their own madness of wicked pride…Oh man of great pride you think great is your stride…You bed many women and you destroy many a holy innocent child…You conceived with women you call wenches who were pressured to have abortions and you gave no thought to the boys and girls from your loins…Great is your fall oh man of great pride…Oh woman of great pride you think great is your stride through your right to choose who lives or dies in your womb…A wench you have become and your womb is now a tomb…Great is your fall oh woman of great pride…You have become satanic war machines with your lips of wars and evil hate speech disguised by soft words such as “choice” and a woman’s right…Oh war machines your own inferno will destroy you…For you destroy yourself from within and you wage a war on your own unborn child and your born children you teach them great pride…You trample underfoot the God of life…You war machines remove the God of life from your hearts and when you did this you removed yourself from the book of all life…You added yourself to the book of the dead full of the dead children from your lips of tungsten lead…Your dead children are your fruits from the tree of death so you must reap what you have sown in your own book of the dead…So you lay in bed and laid waste your seed you spilled your seed and conceived unwanted children whom you treated like weeds…Like weeds to be destroyed by morning after pills and abortions when your war machine birth control failed…You yourselves are bad fruit bad seed the chaff to be separated from the wheat…When this is done you will be shown your own children you destroyed who will make you all known as chaff to be thrown into the pits of hell for you sacrificed your own children in your necropolis bubastion beds adding to the book of the dead…Of you it is written of you it is said their wombs have been ravished their skirts are barren from their own necropolis beds…Of you it is written of you it is said you will be destroyed by your own necropolis bubastion beds your own book or the dead will destroy you…

In a world gone mad enjoy my latest playlist titled Dogs R Us on You Tube if only humans could get along as well as these amazing dogs…Our world would be a much nicer N Better Place too…

…………Namaste…………

— My Dogs R Us Playlist — Humans can learn a lot from Dogs — If only humans could get along as well as these amazing dogs our world would be a much nicer and better place too —
— My very silly bubbly clips whereby I falsely claim on purpoise to be an extra terrestrial of all things —
— Necropolis Beds – Addressing ones who live according to the book of the dead in bubastion necropolis beds —