He had been able to choose between good and evil
He had succumbed to temptation, let himself be moved by bloodlust
It had been a fallacy that man could improve himself
Therefore there must be no future for Babylon.
Thereupon they let the Euphrates dry up
And the city, surrounded by solid walls
From the riverbed it was to be walked, so it had to happen
That someone marched in to take the city with troops
It was the heartless enemy, the Persian Empire
They took the city and razed it to the ground
That was the end of Babylon as it is written
In the secret books under Solomon's temple
For years later he had the occult writings dug up
Which poisoned the king and carry the dark knowledge
These writings radiate a dangerous power
One could sense a devastating power emanating from them.
Solomon saw this
And put them under his palace, today's al-Aqsa mosque, and put them to rest.
Hid them and buried them
And there they lay for decades, until the Templars came.
recovered the missing books, brought them to their principalities
And made selected scholars the guardians of knowledge
And as was to be expected
The dangerous writings came to the triumvirates of the Illuminati
Who, instead of renouncing it, now let magic awake
And kindled it in a dark rite
To support their power, power of knowledge
That still today they protect like a secret treasure
The bravest of the order were chosen
Have conjured dark spirits with incantations
That shaped the horror
There is talk of shadows or demons, of assassination, war-mongering and contract killings
Too much has escaped us
How all the mighty men in history come from the same thirteen bloodlines
From Babylon to the Egyptian pharaohs
Bearers of the European and British noble crowns
To politicians and US presidents
All those who have guided the destiny of the world in a businesslike manner
Were all ultimately men of the blood of a demon
Who drew their power from him from time immemorial
And it is also clear from these book chapters
That human sacrifices were chosen from castle dungeons
And conjured up gloom
So it came to pass that many a delinquent lost his head for the purpose of blood magic.
They performed their spells, but the price was great
They piled up corpse after corpse daily
But one day every dungeon cell was empty
And the djinn had no source of energy left
So all the great rulers fought many a war battle
And they didn't care if they lost or won
Because sacrifices of every kind multiplied their powers
They bundled these forces along strong energy axes
You only have to draw the connections on the map
And see the analogies of the Incas and Mayarin's
Inti Punku, Silbury Hill
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See how the djinn magic is reflected in monumental structures
The Stonehenge, the Ziggurats
They are all places of draconic tribunals and demonic rituals
Even in earlier times, primal ancestors of today's Illuminati forged
Zief inside the pyramid of the Kukulcán
With exaggerated bloodlust
The all-destroying plan for the future, now handed down to me in the form of this writing
Now I know what the secret of the enlightened was
Recognise on this day their diabolical plan
They want her to return
An inhuman force with unbridled power, descending upon us
Deadly djinn - strengthened by magic for ages
Nurtured with every murder, every suffering, every war
All that has gone before was but the foreshadowing
To those horrors that now rise from hell
The Cyclops was merely to demonstrate their strength
Reduce the population of the earth by the way
To control the remaining humanity with a vengeance
Pave the way until they come to complete their work
They are Gog and Magog - the death mercenaries
The demon races that are sweeping the world
They are now awakened by this secret society
My candle goes out - the time is now!