8 June 2012
The battle of Damascus, lasted only seven days. Airstrike after airstrike, bombed it back to the stone age.
There was now no chance that history could ever know the truth. Damascus had been flattened, along with any proof.
Now the race was truly on, to sift through the remains. The greatest empires of the earth, went forth to stake their claims.
Russia surged with China, the Iranians where quick. The Americans dragging their heels at first, had played a dangerous trick.
To draw them into the deserts, where all great wars where fought. And teach to them the lessons, Iraq and Afghanistan had taught.
They had their mujahideen army, formed from Libya's end. Bolstered by Egypt and the Arab States, for the 'holy land' to defend.
For beneath the earth, a secret, a secret for which nations die. For within the stone and rock and sand, an ancient Space-Port lies.
There beneath the 'Holy Land', where man first stole the throne. And then sat as a Usurper, in an extraterrestrials home.
A land that all would die for, a people who secrets hold. Who control the flow of everything, with a monopoly of gold.
It is there that are born weapons. It is there first found the bomb. It is there the Templars sealed their fate, in the Temple of King Solomon.
A closely guarded secret, only known to a select few. It is for this that the Goyim, serve the dictates of the jew.
Mankind is in the shadow, of a an all consuming war. The cover up of Babylon, what Syria has in store.
Iran dug it's way to secrets, secrets that the world would keep. America and Israel standing firm, in their deepening deceit.
Germany knew the secret, they had done for some time. Since the Holy Roman Empire, rewrote mankind's timeline.
But little did all nations know, quite what would come to pass. As they stood before each other, and the war to be the last.
A war fought amongst the pyramids, a war fought in the sand. That would bring both death and enlightenment, that all could understand.
Prophetic • Opuss № I