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yes, it did.
Just now

right now,
the now that was a moment ago and left a mark.

Beastly meme-ish mark, a consonant glyph or a ligature,

an umph!

Right between the eyes.

right between the --- fit any jective noise ---ooof!


no cursem
no sworn revenge, mere wind knocked
from my sail

a seen monster blocking my sail with the shadow of his storm

Float, still as a pond on the Albatross killer's sea of green.

there never was a yellow submarine,
The one Krasner sunk in central park was fake. That was in '68.

March, maybe, ides of March keep signaling meanings
I never knew were clues.

This just happened.
I was telling a friend about the effect of seeing my first man die,
as I set the scene, March, '68…

tellin' him, it was the next day,  the next day after
we met in a chow-line at Camp Freznell Jones,

You axed, whatchewdoin here? I rolled my eyes.

You were a medic, you said if I needed
hope, you had dope…
(we had first met on the first day of first grade.)

I had shot him in the belly with a bb gun, when we were twelve.
He slugged me in the mouth for Alice Jones, when we were fifteen.
(there's a story, but it angles away from what just happened.)

We remembered a time.

March 1968, about a week after My Lai,
we were
nineteen year olds, schooled together  in good citizenship,
since we were six,
in the year 1954. when
President Eisenhauer,

personally, we heard,

had added two words,
under and ***,
to the good citizen allegiance pledge
all first grade good-citizens-to-be
were learning again,

because the new pledge meant more than the old pledge had.
That had needed to be done.

Or the commies were going to get a cobalt bomb
and blow the whole world to heck.
Per Boy's Life, the scouting mag.

This was explained by the fact that there were no escapes
from prisoner of war camps in Korea,
the commies were at
war against ***,

that was explained when a captured secret brainwashing plan revealed:

the lack of knowing why America was worth dying for in Korea, among
the U.N. G.I.  little brothers and younger cousins

of the greatest generation's victorious G.I.
warrior heroes, every one,
so steeped in esprit dee corp,
the ones who could would march in Parades for fifty years.

tweener losers twixt the survivors of first
wave greatest generation warriors and  us
(Talkin' bout my generation, we didn't die before we got old),

those guys nee-cess-it-ated,

Purely from lack of knowing, never having been taught

the Uniform Code of Military Justice and that our
allegiance is and was pledged to a nation under ***.

Both which were new information
maybe our moms and dads didn't know yet,
we could teach them for homework
the new pledge and ask for dimes
for the march of dimes
at the same time.

The boom of babes
just beginning citizenship training for the war
they would fight, but right,
they would know,
because the commies,
could not infiltrate our schools and teach lies…

The boom of babes
just beginning citizenship training for the war
they would fight, but right,

like all the men in town who served and survived the real war,
the world war,
not a Po-lease action,
and who,
if they were shot down (no fault of their own, ****** Red Baron)
they escaped
in movie quality dramatic ways
from prisoner of war camps in Germany,

(Not many escapes from Japanese
prisoner of war camps,
but Islands account for much of that. Sharks.)

the boom of babes
just beginning citizenship training for the war
they would fight, but right,
that boom of fresh new cannon fodder for the future,

we needed to know
we were pledging, promising to pay with our life, no lie,

I pledged, we all pledged knowing, no mistake,
*** is on our side,
we are, as a nation, as a citizen of this nation,
under ***.
From now on.

We all stand.

--- that was all flash back---
What just happened was Doc Musgrove stopped my tale,
my telling of the first death
I watched

He remembered
He was a medic
He cleaned the mess I watched that left this stain.
He carried the bodies.

I walked away.
Then fifty years later, I figured it wouldn't hurt to tell.
But it does.
You, generations after ours, remember war
does not make better people of good citizens who know

allegiance means allied with, not ruled by.

Liege lords are things of the past. That's why the statues always fall.

We are free because truth, when known, makes us free.
Wars make no man free.

If you can't love your enemy, that's no excuse.
Set a standard, high as you can imagine,
based on the good you know is good,

{no this is not preaching it is sharing, so you don't suffer from lack of knowing and say nobody shared what he learned after becoming the definition of a heretic.}

exercise your self, discipline your self
become a disciple of good
for goodness sake
do what you know is good
as if it were being done to you

and enemies become others who maybe
you could see things like, if

you looked from a higher plane.

Yes, I dare, I was dared. An Indian kid dared me to prove
I inherited the wind.
While planning a pod cast we realized we were speaking of the same incident, fifty years ago.
Rhychus 5h
Started fasting Ash Wednesday,
Forty days before Easter,
When we got to Good Friday,
We were flat on our keister,
Reflecting back upon Jesus,
He suffered much more,
Be thankful he's lead us,
To heaven's front door,
Want some warm apple pie?
Want a scoop of Ice Cream?
Want a burger and fries?
Go ahead and scream!
Giving It Up for Lent!

We repent our weakness,
Turn our backs on all sin,
Exalting Christ Jesus,
The beginning and end,
No **** young women,
Going to turn our head,
We're going to heaven,
Sharing juice and bread,
No alcoholic cocktail,
No other legalized drug,
How long 'til Palm Sunday?
I'm going to need a hug!
Giving It Up for Lent!

We don't want to be shallow,
Want to turn to the Lord,
By his light we can follow,
Be of one holy accord,
Huge was the cross he bore,
Is that steak from New York?
Deep into his flesh they tore,
We'd **** for some pork,
Upon him they spat and swore,
Don't you dare pop that cork!
Is fasting that much of a chore?
Can we smell your fork?
Giving It Up for Lent!
An hour for evil to be smite.
The fallen angel said: let there be night!
And *** said: let there be light!

Tis’ the hour of His birth,
And the time of our rebirth.
Oh, believers of the heavens,
Tis’ the hour of your redemptions!

To within our souls,
*** has sloped his hands over Heaven’s grassy knolls
To cleanse the ink of sin
That too many of our free-wills are stained within.

On the eve of His birth
And the time of our prayer for rebirth,
All the peoples of the Faith dance in spirit,
So, tis’ the night our Lord shall save it!

Oh, sinners of the of the earth themselves
Best pray for their holy escape,
Redeem yourselves! Release yourselves
from Lucifer’s black cape!

The light of our Faith skewers any darkness with a holy sword,
For the newborn babe of this hour of our Lord.
As brilliant, and mighty as he will one day stoutly stand;
Leading us of the true Faith through every land!

Within a humble manger,
Over a now sanctified bed of hay,
Far from sinful danger,
The King of Kings lay.

Our Faith and Pride follow!
For those filled with sorrow.
Open your arms for the redeemer!
For a true child of *** finds this not as a dreamer!

Breaking every bind between Faith and sin,
The Lord has freed the believers in the world they abode in.
We now on this night see a sinner; a *****,
But by the grace of holy-love, we now see a brother that unto us fate gave.

And for this, we are forever grateful to Him
And we shall on Christmas Eve sing his hymn.
From His birth, to His suffering, to His rebirth.
So, now tis’ the hour of His birth.

Believers die to rise,
Sinners die to have a fall so grim.
In death we rise.
In death we rise with Him!
My poetry/short story website: www.gothicsurrealism.com
The angel of the Lord came down to the young girl to tell her the good news.
"Greetings, oh favored one, the Lord is with you!"
But before he could continue she interrupted him saying,
"One sec I have to get this on my Snapchat story."
"No you don't understand, replied the angel, you will bear a child and his name shall be Emanuel.
And Mary looked at the angel, phone in hand, and said
"Could you repeat that I wasn't recording just yet?"

If *** came down today what would he think?
If He hung out with your friends what would he say?
If *** came down today do you think He'd blink?
If He hung out with your friends do you think He'd stay?

I'm in doubt because of how we act, a society packed with people not exact-ly intact.
Attached to our phone like it's our baby.
But babies are babies they don't deserve rights!
Unlike ladies, who aren't actually ladies and you can't gender a baby but you can tear HIM limb from limb and yes I said Him...
While you throw Him in the bin I'll call it as I see.
A Godless world never to be free.
This is not meant to offend anyone. I think the mother who goes through with an abortion is hurt as well as the child. The solution isn't to shame these people, but instead to bring awareness and help expecting mothers in the most trying time of their entire life.  But right now our society does not value the unborn child. This greatly upsets me.
Meme 5d
No quiet no peace
No sleep no release
All war no recovery
So I call on the man above me
Twisted vines & wild trees
Choking weeds consume me
All wrapped in my mind
And it overwhelms me
So I call on the man above me
His blood, His love
His rescue when I call
My Savior despite my fall
Give Him your heart,
He can make it whole.
He can turn your broken heart
into a righteous soul.

Give Him your life,
He can give you more.
He will give you faith
in your time of war.

Give Him your face,
He will give you a glow.
It will glisten like the burning sun
or the purity of the shimmery snow.

Give Him your emotions,
He will wipe your tears.
He will overshadow all hurt
anything causing your fears.

Just give Him your all,
and let His presence in.
He will give you everything.
Just give it to Him.
The GOOD NEWS that *** has done for us
what we could NEVER do for ourselves
by sending His own Son to become a man,
Jesus Christ, to live a perfectly righteous life
in complete fulfillment of ***’s holy law
and to die for our sins on the cross
as our substitutionary sacrifice
(“the righteous for the unrighteous”),
bearing and satisfying the just wrath of ***
which we ALL deserve
(because our hearts are ALL naturally
and treasonously rebellious against Him),
and resurrecting Him from the dead
we can be saved from the penalty of our sinful rebellion
(eternal condemnation and separation from ***)
and saved from the power of our sinful rebellion
to live a NEW LIFE in intimate relationship with Him,
surrendered to Him, forgiven of all of our sins,
credited with His perfect righteousness
because of His complete and finished work on our behalf,
and therefore in perfect standing and
unchanging acceptance before ***,
wholly at peace with Him,
indwelt and empowered by His Holy Spirit
to live for Him and His glory and His kingdom,
now and eternally.
“This is love: not that we loved ***, but that He loved us and sent His Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.”
~ 1 John 4:10

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with ***, and the Word was ***. He was with *** in the beginning. Through Him all things were made; without Him nothing was made that has been made. In Him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind… The Word became flesh and made His dwelling among us. We have seen His glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth… ’…the Lamb of ***, who takes away the sin of the world!’”
~ John 1:1-4,14,29b

“*** made Him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in Him we might become the righteousness of ***.”
~ 2 Corinthians 5:21

“Surely He took up our pain
and bore our suffering,
yet we considered Him punished by ***,
stricken by Him, and afflicted.
But He was pierced for our transgressions,
He was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on Him,
and by His wounds we are healed.
We all, like sheep, have gone astray,
each of us has turned to our own way;
and the LORD has laid on Him
the iniquity of us all.”
~ Isaiah 53:4-6

“He was delivered over to death for our sins and was raised to life for our justification. Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with *** through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we boast in the hope of the glory of ***.”
~ Romans 4:25-5:2

“For *** so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life… Whoever believes in the Son has eternal life, but whoever rejects the Son will not see life, for ***’s wrath remains on them.”
~ John 3:16,36

For much more on this:
Brent Kincaid Nov 27

Jesus is a friendly guy.
Such a very friendly guy.
Lived two thousand years
Didn’t care for ******
And he has a painful tale
That brings us all to tears.

Jesus is a loving guy
Doesn’t even have to try;
That’s why he was born
To have his body torn
So it’s not a total loss
We get colored eggs on Easter morn.

Jesus is a groovy dude.
Don’t let this song get misconstrued
He’s *** and he is man
We do everything we can
To beat and **** the fools
With anti-Jesus attitude.

Jesus was Caucasian man.
He was so much better than
Any Jewish kind of guy
That’s the reason why
The televangelists and stuff
You buy from them began.

Jesus needs your money now.
So sell your tractor and your plow.
Your preacher’s gonna show you how
To fill the check out while you bow.
You go to heaven with no doubt.
Jesus needs your money now.

Brent Kincaid
It's a parody of what may be a YouTube parody song called JESUS IS MY FRIEND.
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