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Covenant of Genocide

Each year in Trafalgar (fair and) square, London (roped in) Christians celebrate their warmongering saint with a special service at Saint Martin in the fields church. At this service attendees are beckoned to join a disparity covenant of Saint Martin. The stately church, adorned with the Queen’s crest, passes out frayed material in the shape of a red squares to gullible initiate members. To the communist covenant their ‘red square’ (to be confused with communist red square in Moscow) is symbolic of Saint Martin of the (rape) Tours Red cape (Roman soldiers uniform).  The wacky sainted French bishop falsely predicted the world would end in 400AD stating that the ‘Anti-Christ had already been born’.

Few would suspect that this church was involved in a secret Genocide campaign to break up and racially mix the lineage of White British peoples through inclusive miscegenation of Marxist African Negroes. Callous, opportunist miscreants who are ushered into the UK from the churches neighboring building Africa House. The churches towering ‘lord of the rings’ spire is clearly phallic, it’s sheath is covered with holes or rings symbolizing sexual penetration.

Outside the main door of the church is an half cut obelisk where a baby carved out of stone rests; inscribed across the east side of the obelisk are the words “word became flesh” which are taken from the biblical verse of John 1:12 .

Facing west to the east of the church there is huge clear plate glass window. Defined and cut but lead strips the window expresses distortion of light (warped reality) that accumulates into the formation of an egg.

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Grievous bodily harm (GBH) Bayswater, London

Seven o’clock, the street lights are spotlighting the rain drops relentlessly falling from above. I’m chilled cold, clothes are sopping wet, sight darkens as I rest my head upon glass. It’s evening and I’m tired from being constantly moved on since early morning.

The doorway I rested in is filthy and barely deep enough to keep out the oncoming sidewards rain. A man passing by glances over, he looks at my clothes, then my face, he glares wildly whilst forcing air through his thick lips into his yellow teeth. He pushed a comment “Why don’t you put some trousers on?”; I picked myself up and responded “f*ck off, you put some trousers on”. Enraged he yelled “you don’t tell me to go, this is my yard, if your here when I get back am going to beat you”, dismayed but not moved I spoke firmly “you’re not going to beat anybody” in reply. He then slouched off as I sank back into the darkness of the doorway and huddled up to keep warm.

My eyes started to lower as my mind wondered through passages of memories; as the outside light dimmed the dream projector warmed and lit it’s lens.

Then a sudden crack into my cold nose, I felt paper, a rolled up newspaper being used as a baton, thud thud thud as it rammed into the side of my face. I looked up, he’d returned and was attacking me. He withdrew, threw the paper down then ran fly kicked me in the face; resulting impact broke my nose sidewards. I threw my up my right arm to shield further oncoming blows from his boot but he kicked and kicked relentlessly until my right radius bone cracked splitting my forearm in half.

He paused out of breath, then gaining momentum proceeded to kick me in other places. I shouted “you broke my arm in half”; responding he said “he would do the other arm if I didn’t leave”. I drooped semi- unconscious onto a wet paving slab in front of me. I laid my blooded face in that place for what must have been two or three hours in pouring rain. I motioned passers by with my good arm for help, observing pedestrians smirked and laughed whilst others remarked to each other but did nothing.

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