How can you reject me for rejecting your wrong idea!
It is too heavy. I can't stand under it.

Peace!
Amen.
When forever starts, let's have peace.

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Recruiting station on Sunset... nothing is as it was

We, Adamkind-augmentatious, are warriors.
Our weapons and tactics have no semblance whatsoever
to the warfare affairs of this world.

Our weapons are mighty, by God,
and we ain't afraid to use'em.

Truth made us free,
un-amended, it so happens. Unsweetened.

Our weapons pull down imaginations
that exalt themselves against the knowing of God,
the big one,
real YHWH creator of the heavens and the earth
and all that in them is.

Our weapons are mighty, by God,
and we ain't afraid to use'em.

No swords nor swords with motors,
Just words of best tasting varieties and bread
leavened with heaven's leaven, if you can

Imagine that.
I believe
there are people who believe that,
they think.

They think they believe
the weapons of our warfare are not carnal,
Our weapons are mighty, by God,
Our weapons pull down imaginations

until a rumor comes to take their guns
But but but
believe it or not, shift back, real time

the meek inherit the earth.
where the peacemaker's kingdom is,
we don't fight a spirit war with carnal minds.

And my side designed the meta game. It is not fair.
Evil never had a prayer.