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This was written before the death of Bin Laden it is an indictment against brazen Godless conduct it

deserves to be reread at the end I take up what I saw in the spirit when I looked on the Jordanian pilot

 

The Flame of Blessing

 

America’s warriors face dangers untold in a country unlike our own where violent war is a way of life

In evils caldron that burns with natural order hate, teaching laced with poison and ****** is honorable

This can only thrive in a society that kills truth and then in falsehood their black robes invite all strife

Chaos butchery all manner of anarchy is used to try to subdue a people’s God given right to be free

Our troops in one way or another are set to burning Miss Liberty is in their hearts although latent

All that is needed to cause liberty’s flame to blaze is put these blessed ones in contact with tyranny

Every insult and criticism is leveled at the U.S. we need improvement but let evil show and be blatant

Ordinary kids from American streets will rise the last thing you will see is freedom blazing in their eyes

Black hearts are tuff pushing the weak and there fanaticism pretends at being brave every bully’s trait

These cannot be reasoned with madness has one cure annihilation this fight not for the faint hearted

The enemy needs a history lesson Tara, Iwo Jima; Omaha beach a brother hood reborn gun barrel strait

You posses by ideology penned by hell’s most convincing liar we come bearing truth then arms

God’s shadow first then Miss Liberty looms then the unquenchable prayers of a nation they pray for you

Peace, tranquility is worth our sacrifice you are left with a tattered rag a soiled flag marred by carnage

To bleed, true honor the making of a house of arms it will succeed in all war and conflict peace to accrue

We take God given might temper it with mercy and justice for all we are not timid in freedom’s fight

This is the my candle burning

 

 

but when I looked upon the

Jordanian pilot I saw the epitome of innocence a softness that melted the bars he was already free

before they set the flame it was to be an act that would shame him the flames were consumed by

glory a soul reaching the zenith of freedom he joined a very rare and select group martyred

instantly he grew in stature to embody all of his people forever he is part of their hearts and

minds as long as they are a people he will be at the forefront beyond life but ever close when

principal and ideals are spoken you need not to look any farther than this hero this man of dignity

and honor that put truth before personnel safety to state the importance that can never be extolled

enough all that I hold dear is confined in the border of my country it holds my God my family

the one cause that cannot be trifled with it is too dangerous and crucial to all public life

 

Hands of infinite filth closed the cage door in doing so they chained themselves to dishonor and

eternal damnable flames but for this soul now condemned a transformation took place the distant

pure waters of Jordan were splashing down his head and face with refreshing on the inside his

country sent fresh breezes filled with thanks and prayers of love for their native son who he was

before was changed in this hour of trial any and all errors of thought and action fell away being

replaced by resplendent glory I have over a life time seen innumerable sights in nature and in

people but this lovely man rose above them all it was telling he possessed an admirable

countenance he stepped over his previous linage into the royal house he beamed a silent

resoluteness it was pure vibrancy they didn’t take his soul when he climbed into that cockpit he

gave it to all that was dear and just but what of them this best describes their sick malevolent

existence Voltaire was a rampant Godless atheist he loved the role his whole life how he spoke

and wrote with such joy but at death he jumped from his death bed he looked across the room

and with terror almost inaudible he said I hear chains and they are for me the Devil brings them

to bind me forever these men turned to mongrel mad dogs will soon have the same end what

fools and what a man of untold courage forever he will be extolled as a man for peace and

justice

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