ALL THE WORLD IS A STAGE

ALL THE WORLD IS A STAGE..As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII [All the world’s a stage]

EVERY NATION ON THE FLAT EARTH WORK TOGETHER WITH THEIR MASTER..lord lucy..The devil. Yes ...THE. LEADERS OF ISRAEL..RUSSIA..CHINA...INDIA...USA...GB...NATO...UKRAINE...THE WHOLE WORLD ARE IN ON THE ACT TOGETHER. ( all the space agencies) OF COURSE THE COMMON PEOPLE WHO ARE BRAINWASHED WITH LIES DO NOT REALIZE THIS.. WE ARE THE GOYIM, THE USELESS EATERS..

So please join the club of TRUTH.. do you remember who is the TRUTH.?????????????  YES !!!!!!!!!! JESUS CHRIST AND HIS WORD...THE MOST HOLY BIBLE THE WORD OF GOD......

THESE CONTROLLERS HAVE ENTERED EVERY HUMAN INSTITUTION ESPECIALLY ALL THE CHURCHES.. THEY CONTROL EVEN THE OPPOSITION LIKE GLYN BECK AND ALEX JONES...AND MAYBE  EVEN YOU AND ME.. ONLY YOU CAN ANSWER THAT ONE TRUTHFULLY.. 

William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616

Jaques to Duke 





All the world’s a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances,

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.

Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything....