The Zeph Report
Episodes
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016
6 min
THE WITCH QUEEN
THE WITCH QUEEN
Brutal poem by Michele Archer, recited and lightly sung by Trish.
I did the composition and played guitar, bass and drums.
Here's the poem
‘The Witch Queen’by Michele Archer
The moon rises above the blood-soaked ground.Knotted shadows groanas naked trees bow down before the unholy one.She walks a path untouched by prayerunknown to comfort;a path given to anything but love.
Along this way the Witch Queen comes.The wind is cold, but the queen cares not, stalking her worldinhaling souls long sought.The soldier’s life, leaking away,gazes with fogging eyes.
Praying his Queen will say, “Worry not, brave one, your blessed ruler is here!”Instead, she breathes his final breath, leaving him to die deserted in death.The sanctified ones, forced to kneel, allow the Witch Queen to reveal the horror of her fury,in darkness of heart.
One nod-wink to her minions and the Godly weep.“I need more!” she screams and thunder booms at this demand. “Hurt them, longer, louder!
Make it more than they can stand!”The cup of blood raised to wicked lips pours down her throat till it runs over cheek and chin.
The Queen throws the goblet, wipes her mouth and cries, “I have no sin!”
But the Queen does love her children.
All colors, each kind, tiny toys for her majesty to explore.
In her dead heart they're nothing more.Innocence banished by her touch.And then they die.So often they die.Yet the Queen never cries.
Not for them or the children never born, the ones torn and washed away.She feels them, every ounce, every day. Yet, the queen never cries.Though, like deaths rigid mask, often...She smiles.
The Witch Queen walks the direction of the moon as the wolves howl and the death birds croon...She takes her leave from the rim of this world.The fortunate souls the demon missed cheer. Still, they know, the Witch Queen is always near...
CREDITS
POEM - MICHELE ARCHER
VOCALS - FEAT. TRISH DANIEL
COMPOSITION, GUITAR, BASS, DRUMS, AND PRODUCTION - ZEPH DANIEL
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016
3 hr 34 min
THE DANGERS NOW
When I say it's potentially bad, I am understating it. It's almost as if there was a bit of positivity and levity but the demonic in power dont' want any optimism. No joy. No prosperity . No security . No common sense. They want to burn down cities and make everyone miserable forever. For example, Jill Stein says Hillary would guarantee nuclear war, then shills for her on a recount to flip the votes her way and block the president elect. Because now that she's thought better of it, a nuclear war might be just the right thing. And yes the latest on the PIzzagate Blackout. Or, what happened to Kanye West?
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016
3 hr 34 min
When I say it's potentially bad, I am understating it. It's almost as if there was a bit of positivity and levity but the demonic in power dont' want any optimism. No joy. No prosperity . No security . No common sense. They want to burn down cities and make everyone miserable forever. For example, Jill Stein says Hillary would guarantee nuclear war, then shills for her on a recount to flip the votes her way and block the president elect. Because now that she's thought better of it, a nuclear war might be just the right thing. And yes the latest on the PIzzagate Blackout. Or, what happened to Kanye West?
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016
6 min
Brutal poem by Michele Archer, recited and lightly sung by Trish. I did the composition and played guitar, bass and drums. Here's the poem‘The Witch Queen’by Michele ArcherThe moon rises above the blood-soaked ground.Knotted shadows groanas naked trees bow down before the unholy one.She walks a path untouched by prayerunknown to comfort;a path given to anything but love.Along this way the Witch Queen comes.The wind is cold, but the queen cares not, stalking her worldinhaling souls long sought.The soldier’s life, leaking away,gazes with fogging eyes.Praying his Queen will say, “Worry not, brave one, your blessed ruler is here!”Instead, she breathes his final breath, leaving him to die deserted in death.The sanctified ones, forced to kneel, allow the Witch Queen to reveal the horror of her fury,in darkness of heart.One nod-wink to her minions and the Godly weep.“I need more!” she screams and thunder booms at this demand. “Hurt them, longer, louder! Make it more than they can stand!”The cup of blood raised to wicked lips pours down her throat till it runs over cheek and chin. The Queen throws the goblet, wipes her mouth and cries, “I have no sin!”But the Queen does love her children. All colors, each kind, tiny toys for her majesty to explore. In her dead heart they're nothing more.Innocence banished by her touch.And then they die.So often they die.Yet the Queen never cries.Not for them or the children never born, the ones torn and washed away.She feels them, every ounce, every day. Yet, the queen never cries.Though, like deaths rigid mask, often...She smiles.The Witch Queen walks the direction of the moon as the wolves howl and the death birds croon...She takes her leave from the rim of this world.The fortunate souls the demon missed cheer. Still, they know, the Witch Queen is always near...
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016
2 hr 42 min
KANYE PIZZAGATE AND THE GLOBAL SWAMP EVERYWHERE
Soon the world will realize it's the world and not just somewhere in DC or Beverly Hills. Soon everyone will understand if this keeps going, unless they do WW3 with a cherry on top.
We must pray to keep children safe more now than ever... soon everyone will understand what Jesus really meant by saying the wheat and tares will grow together. Sheep and goats.