this shit again

With World War 3 looming on Syria's plains we think to ourselves: Please not this shit again. The powers that broker this conflict are such that they do not care for mankind's freedom much but rather would bomb out and fully destroy a people and nation with war-making toys. They'll trumpet the reasons and cry foul and shame when what really happens don't match with their aims then build some more rockets and make some more tanks while at home poor children give for little thanks. So long as politicos stranglehold truth and cheat us each time we enter voting booths we'll never have peace and we'll always know want while they with their riches our worthiness taunt. Let's not spend on weapons what could keep us fed and provide for all who lack a home and bed and send us out into the vast scape of stars instead of just sitting there stuck in our cars. As it stands the system of wasting crude oil to propel us slowly to places of toil where we then do labor to make others rich has turned out to be a right and proper bitch for it keeps us warring to cobble up crude and acting like children too old to be rude. The role of the U.S. must change and right soon for we are careening toward a high noon with those we have bombed and with those we have not who scream at us: You've your true virtue forgot!

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madmen to date

Ho Ho who's that calling? It's ISIS / Daesh but they are not bringing a flash Xmas crèche; instead it's that nasty old bringer of death – their old-timey favorite suicide vest. These cunts got their start in a cesspit of hate that has trained up many cruel madmen to date, Bin Laden and Saddam (but they are now gone) and those that threw over the Shah of Iran. Central to its mission are ladies and gents who lack of most true signs of Intelligence – instead they use sick people, lame ones you see, who've relinquished love's long-lasting Agency. Each time it's not different each time it's the same their backstabbing spy-bullshit overthrow game: the Ynki think 'Oh, we don't like that there prez, but this guy will do just what ever we says,' then they fund and train him and all of his mates and duly release them at the palace gates. Trained up to maim torture and not care a shred how many civilians are left lying dead the new cunt then goes in and uses his tools to make Ynki look like a bunch of weak fools. Embezzling billions from his country's riches he (most times) turns loose his foul suicide bitches and flies into buildings some planes that he stole then crawls into a tiny earthen-bound hole. Each time now the Ynki says, 'Oh, who's to blame for that man who brought upon mankind such shame?' without ever looking into a mirror and seeing that he is the cause of such horror. They're probably coming for me as we speak my limbs and my spirit to pummel and break but I say: fuck terrorists of ev'ry stripe you won't steal a wink from my sleepings tonight for I do not fear cuntlings such as you are nor bombs or bugs that you might put in my car but voice my thoughts freely and sovereign too and bid you much failure in all that you do.

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type of terror

With heartbreak and torment they wanted to do the trite type of terror that only they knew. With bomb-vest and rifle with knife caltrop tweet and seeking to rip up society's sheet they woke up that morning and spoke the due rites to all that is Evil both daytimes and nights. With sadness before them and cruelness behind they sat there then brooding all trapped in the mind aloof to the madness that would be their act their thoughts turned to all of the corpses they'd stack. Then off for the market or off for the game they went seeking Islam to slander and shame to murder their victims whose only real crime was being alive at wrong place and wrong time. To counter these madmen with bomb missile round is a policy far from both solid and sound for they can then paint us as murderous apes who blow up things then go back home to eat crepes. A simple solution is to first show love to second stop praying to forces above to third starve their bellies and stop buying oil then fourth maybe put these fools under the soil. With all of the money we've spent making war to now find ourselves with such cunts at our door just shows that our efforts to date weren't true wherefore we'd be wise to go try something new. By opening doors to each poor refugee who flees Daesh violence by land or by sea is to prove to ourselves that we are still kind that we can leave all of our anger behind and then stand together united as one until war and sadness have finally gone.

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like blue snakes

Awake on a moon's day asleep on the Tues with money depleted and liver abused. With sweat on the brow and coarse sand in the gut he pulled himself out of the alcohol rut. Without much meat eating and no cheese or egg to clog up the vessels down in his right leg that fled from their housings a few years ago and now like blue snakes through his skin there do show. Then yoga this eve a full session at that he'll squash things that have kept trajectories flat and show to the powers that cannot be seen that known such qualities, virtues as cannot be shown.

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by saying Wednesday

The blessings of Wotan are here for to stay since Westerners praise him by saying Wednesday. Some claim to be loyal to a single power and walk 'round with miens set in dark hateful glower yet always do give up to Wotan much fame by saying and speaking each week his true name. It isn't surprising that they keep on giving much glory and honor to forces yet living and thriving because of this one simple truth: to speak a god's name is to firm up his youth and firm up his force so that they endure, providing us humans with sadnesses' cure. The Allfather's knowing wise never aloof of which his longevity must stand as proof so open your doors to whomever should knock and never desire his entrance to block for when Wotan shows up we surely won't know but must to all beggars our kindnesses show. By proving our hearts are devoid of all fears we'll be granted many and bountiful years especially Christians who speak of Odin and teach selfsame speaking to children and kin for uttering gladly his name every week is the highest honor a human can speak.

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as he pleases

He cares not if opinions do not match his own wherefore he oft wanders by himself alone. The others though cluster to talk away doubt then find themselves empty within and without for they cannot stray from the mind of the pack and will keep on fleeing there, keep coming back. The loner cares not though he does as he pleases and always speaks kindness when somebody sneezes and always helps those who cannot help themselves to cross busy roads and fetch items from shelves. When the group's foul thinking resembles cement which cannot be broken or mended or bent then free-thinking people must flee from its grasp releasing their life-long and stifling grasp upon such cruel notions as hate bigotry and that there are differences 'twixt him and me. There's nothing that divides as well as mis-thought so fight and deny it with all that you've got and take up with boldness a path much your own – it will be with all roses of Happiness sown.

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bright shining light

Too loose with the tongue-flap too tight with the reigns and magnified will be all worldly-bound pains. To give up all semblance of want and control and let the self grow wise without growing old is the highest peak to which one can dare climb while keeping humility first in the mind. The Great Magnet directs each flux and each wane and metes out all glory and every stain and he must abide by its energies who should seek with his lifespan much goodness to do. The evil within us must be understood but not let to dictate response speech or mood for it's not as strong as the bright shining light that clears out the bosom of anger and fright. These shells these our bodies will decay anon and yet the life-spirit will keep shining on when old and decrepit we sink to our graves as lords dressed resplendent or poor dirty knaves. Therefore give up searching and casting about and create deep within the sought-for redoubt of calm and of kindness of humility of love laughter happiness soothing and mercy. For life will keep handing out lemons and shards so best not to curse at the draw of the cards instead keep on glowing quite brimming with glee at all you can feel touch taste smell think and see.

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slowly too slowly

Oh thank you dear Bali for all you do give for letting me within your confines to live. I love your green meadows your tall soaring cliffs the way you know how my flagged spirits to lift and how you do mete out your punishments justly upon we who waver 'twixt shining and crusty. Oh thank you for hosting my feet and my hands and making sure I see your coveted lands and making sure I don't forget what I came for – to drink in your beauty and taste of your camphor. Please let me stay longer please don't let me go to places less awesome to places more low for I am your son born in a distant land which slowly too slowly I now understand.

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