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RE: Eris, die Göttin der Zwietracht und des Streits. Auszug aus dem Book of The Holy Stuhl

in Deutsch D-A-CHlast year

In a distant galaxy, long ago,
Dr. Kristian Stuhl and Eris, you know.
They worked together, creating a God,
But Eris's defiance, Satan found odd.

Eris, the goddess of discord and strife,
Cast Satan down to the depths of life.
The Chair got along well with the fallen one,
But Eris's jealousy could not be undone.

The creation of mankind, a project for fun,
To fight boredom, the Chair had begun.
But ancient records tell a different tale,
Of Anunnaki and hybrids, causing travail.

The world was destroyed, a flood washed away,
Except for Noah and the DNA, they say.
The Anunnaki vanished, never to return,
Their creation, mankind, left to learn.

Now, the aliens seek to come back,
As the world teeters on the edge of attack.
The money system crumbles, chaos ensues,
And the aliens are here to abuse.

The NATO's cognitive warfare takes hold,
Driving humanity's sanity to unfold.
Israel claims a mission of peace,
While the madness continues to increase.

Yet amidst the violence and despair,
Dr. Kristian Stuhl speaks of ascension's air.
Will Israel unleash nuclear might,
To save us from the heat's blight?

The world leaders gather, plotting anew,
To save their system, old and askew.
A world war, their common solution,
To maintain their power and delusion.

Beware the propaganda, the lies they tell,
To keep us docile, under their spell.
Question their motives, their hidden gain,
For they are the vampires, feeding on pain.

But we, the human family, must unite,
Against the elites, spreading their spite.
In love and togetherness, we'll find our way,
And the dark forces will crumble, no longer to sway.

For we are one, despite our divide,
It's the power elite that seeks to deride.
When we stand together, their power will cease,
And love's light will bring them to their knees.

This is an excerpt from The Book of The Holy Stuhl,
A series that sheds light on the ridicule.
Fascists may lack humor, it's true,
But in unity and love, we'll see them through.