The Death Rattle Echoes From The East...

F Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr
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Who knew about Isis, ten years ago? Who knew them even five years ago? We were warned by a President ten years ago; tho' no recorded name. But, he claimed the danger...certain, yet nine years later, another Commander called this curse from hell no threat, a mere Junior Varsity team at best, incapable of spreading their subservience, refusing to call them Extremists, which boggled the brains of most. Thugs, astutely treacherous from one calling card to the next, as they do their evil business of blood for crude oil, for in the east that's how Terror works. Cowardly thugs on the run, they be, hiding behind their black hooded masks, so as not to allow authorities to see them and hunt them down. These are not holy people by any measure, their agenda, a paragon for sacrilege, and the recruited ones are only with them as otherwise they'd be in jail for other crimes they committed before they broke loose. And they think all the same, as all demons do. This is not a cult, they have all come quite willing from countries that might shock some people. Make no mistake, they are no ''JV TEAM'', and denying their power is a mark of ignorance! Same faces, different names, same missions, different targets; it's the M.O.'s that grabs the eye, making stale bread look freshly baked by changing targets and tactics, like watching swords rest on the nape of bowed necks, seconds from death. Or the eight year old boy stolen from his family, and cross-hung to die, like Jesus Christ, for his refusal to denounce Jesus Christ, all carried out by a conclave of Anti-Christ's. Better tagged as thieves, cowards and thugs, so brave, they refuse to show their face, so holy that in honor of their alleged beliefs they prostitute girls... and sodomize boys, gang raping them first, before selling them off, as slaves, as meat for the vulgar vermin- and were only spared crucifixion, as their virgin flesh held more value even more so than the internet video of young boys hung, touched and torched so graphically twisted that even Al Jazeera passed on the chance to display the content to their own audience. Do you hear it- getting louder' Its echo not distant, Its sound, haunting, the rattle of evil; the rattle of a serpent the laughter of Iblis the rattle of Death. ©Frank J. Ryan, Jr. / FjR 2015 All Rights Reserved

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