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Post by LOVELYRITA on Aug 8, 2011 22:32:57 GMT -5
Indeed, if a plane hit the pentagon, why is there just one roundish hole and not that of wings hitting the building as well? Where was the rubble? Other famous plane wrecks showed pieces of wreckage...I know they never showed wreckage in the supposed "hole" in the ground near Shanksville, Pa.... And the towers....if a huge plane hit the building, wouldn't it be possible that it would have hit the building, and part of it coming out the other side? Again, if a plane hit the top of a high building, it would not have caused an implosion much like that of a controlled demo of building...it went right down like any planned implosion... Now in 1990 Papa Bush talked about the New World Order, and 11 years later 9-11 happened...it was 11 years later...if anything is going to follow the numerology, I would think that the next possible "Big One" will come next year...2012. That's my take....
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Post by Jai Guru Deva on Sept 11, 2011 14:33:36 GMT -5
I wrote this poem in 1997. Prophetic? Perhaps... ____________________________________________________
Bull And Bear's Great Tower
Once there was a Bull who met a Bear, And they talked all about the whole wide world. Said the Bull to the Bear, "Let us build a tower; all would envy a tower of silver and gold."
So the Bull and Bear constructed their tower; and they worked without foundation and design. The more they built, the more they wanted power, and so they put up a "Help Wanted" sign.
Laborers were hired to build up the tower: masons, tinkers, smithies and carpenters. And as the tower spiraled higher and higher, Bull and Bear went to hire even more builders.
Investers began to take stock in the tower, and grew richer the higher the tower was built. So too, Bull and Bear grew richer and richer, and no one ever felt any shame or guilt.
The tower spiraled up and up and up, no one saw an end to its construction... Except a beggar on the corner with a tin cup; who warned, "One day the tower will fall down."
Happy to let the good times keep rolling, no one heard the beggar--once rich, now poor. Who warned, "A day will come for the building- under its own weight, will collapse the tower."
The tower, built so tall, swayed back and forth, and chunks of gold and silver fell to the ground. Investers began to lose their life savings worth, and the tower tumbled down, down, down...
Everyone was penniless, even the Bull and Bear, and the great tower was now a pile of ruins. Without design and foundation to the tower; predictably, down came the gold and silver tons.
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Post by iameye on Sept 13, 2011 8:50:12 GMT -5
Laborers were hired to build up the tower: masons, tinkers, smithies and carpenters. And as the tower spiraled higher and higher, Bull and Bear went to hire even more builders.
Investers began to take stock in the tower, and grew richer the higher the tower was built. So too, Bull and Bear grew richer and richer, and no one ever felt any shame or guilt.
The tower spiraled up and up and up, no one saw an end to its construction... Except a beggar on the corner with a tin cup; who warned, "One day the tower will fall down."
Happy to let the good times keep rolling, no one heard the beggar--once rich, now poor. Who warned, "A day will come for the building- under its own weight, will collapse the tower."
The tower, built so tall, swayed back and forth, and chunks of gold and silver fell to the ground. Investers began to lose their life savings worth, and the tower tumbled down, down, down...
Everyone was penniless, even the Bull and Bear, and the great tower was now a pile of ruins. Without design and foundation to the tower; predictably, down came the gold and silver tons. And she's taller than most And she's looking at me I can see her eyes looking from a page in a magazine Oh she makes me feel like I could be a tower A big strong tower She got the power to be The power to give The power to see
yeah yeah
It means SO MUCH to me
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Post by P(D)enny La(i)ne on Sept 13, 2011 15:42:30 GMT -5
September Streets capsizing Spilling over Down the drain Shards of glass Splinters like rain But you could only feel your own pain
October Talk getting nowhere November December Remember Are we just starting again?
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Post by iameye on Sept 13, 2011 22:19:44 GMT -5
September Streets capsizing Spilling over Down the drain Shards of glass Splinters like rain But you could only feel your own pain October Talk getting nowhere November December Remember Are we just starting again? oh, calling out the phoneys now , are we? See, now you can't play and not come. It's a rule I just made up. I can, and I will. Who's gonna stop me? none, not one Bono and his Granny Smith who paid the rent a long, long time ago. She did, in full.
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