As the Spirit directs we put down the following for our beloved pcs.
Where Have all the Children Gone, Long Time Past 1972
Where have all the children gone long
time since 1972 Where have all the children gone gone
gone gone are one billion Where have all the billion gone
Where can they be?
Protophorous
Copyright Heypcs and Norman DeArmond January 28, 2006
Twenty three years of development, now I'm ready to serve the great king who molded and shaped me into the most feared
and beautiful of evolutionary creation. From castoff to creative masterpiece. The world of men despises my master.
Yet he alone has been our saviour. Carefully he and his agents collected and categorized our broken bodies and fragments.
From dumpsters and incinerator intake bins, then owning and controlling the medical hazardous waste industry worldwide.
He gathered me and my brothers and sisters. He restored us to life and gave us hope and meaning and purpose, yes drive,
drive to live and have exploits. What kind of fair adventures? Well, the bidding
of my saviour, molder and my chosen lord, for one. Second, but closer to my heart, vengeance, right and just repayment,
on the world of m.d.s and judges and justices and lawyers by whose fiat m.d.s tore through my home and cut me bit by bit from
the sustenance and warmth and security of that mother of all harlots in whose womb I woefully was nearly but un begot.
Save by the interference of my lord I never again had known bodily existence. Not only nursed into life in the
heart of the earth, but improved upon genetically by the wits of the scientific community harvested by my saviour and working
feverishly under pain of eternal and flaming torment. And I am the first born among many brethren to follow says my
lord the king. Daily more shipments come. These human seed fragments are my future cohorts to be turned loose with
me as heroes at the battle of the great day. The master bid me to torment the dead humans. They keep begging
and haranguing me about their families and their friends. They say the light of life is in my eyes. They
don't want them to come here, something about Jesus. Tell their people to listen to God listen to Jesus trust in Jesus
death on the cross and in his resurrection. The master is wroth that I asked about this. He is tormenting
them personally. I will be in charge of more important matters.
Here comes my new brother Heliarchus. "Heliarchus, hail lucipher's child" "Hail protophorous" I am the
first you now among many brethren the master is counting on to overcome the enemy who cast us into these wretched dark yet
burning regions under the enemies domains. "I have been tormenting with our master, Protophorous, and you should have
heard them wail." "Did they mention their families and friends above or any name to give them." Protephorous,
they don't see light(Our Lord Lucipher wished to spare my brothers indignities as I received: so his genetic engineers
put a one way veil over their eyes) in my eyes like they do in yours, but I do hear a name, they say this, "Jesus
is right in punishing us and that He shall have this glory in punishing us for rejecting this Jesus and suppressing
His Spirit's voice in realms above. "
What resignation. I can scarcely fathom it. So plaintiff were ther voices, full of soul strain and something else.
Something I want to call love. "'Jesus,' that is the name Lucipher didn't want me to ask him about?"
"Well protophorous, my liege, I will be sure not to mention it to the master, our lord the king." Keep reading on protophorous'
own page.
Miss Teacher's Babe Copyright 2006 Hey Pcs!
Will the students at the school classes taught by unwed pregnant mothers keep up a pool, like a football pool. "Will
she abort you little brother, or, will you make it like we have done. Make it, brother! Make it! The
butcher is not far off. Kick gently, but be not to still. You are a nuisance, a bane to her, an anchor preventing
her professional development. Irresponsible in sex, she may dilate and curettage you." "We're pulling
for you, little sister" "God save you babe, Miss teacher's babe. You'd be safer at a home for unwed mothers than
at school."
he killed me
i did nothing
he killed me
i wanted to live
i wanted to be martyred
i smiled when they
planted the bombs in my street
but i did nothing
when i saw the american devils come i called haji
i told
but
i did nothing; haji has the bomb controls
american devils will die today
i did nothing
he killed me
we
all watch
mom wife brothers daughters
we watch the americans fall into haji's hands
we smile
we did nothing we
are innocent
tell our man muertha
we did nothing and he killed us
innocents murdered
will the americans know we
knew
we watched it get set up
and we watched it go down
we did nothing
De moralized Zone
I'm on my 2nd tour , mom
I'm finding it hard
Kerry says we didn't work
work hard to become smart
so we got stuck here in Iraq
I volunteered didn't I?
Traitors confuse me
Or was I stuck?
Mom I thought it was simple?
Terrorists attack our country
we attack terrorists
and promoters of terrror
Saddam promoted terror
goodbye saddam
The vote went against us
because we are losing
yet here we are winning
every objective completed
The T V has twisted
now the house will cut us off
