World War III was a pity
nuclear destruction
***** and Gomorrah
Babylon the last city

World war; IV, V,VI
skirmishes nitty-gritty
Reduced to rubble,
Land no longer pretty

Boulders and granite
Fire and ash trash
An Unrecognizable planet
Walk on mounds of broken glass

Each day, a little less men strive
Those who managed to survive
Irreversible travesty’s against God
Chanted by men to Stay alive.

Souls Reduced to  Unspeakable things
To eat a human being is not as easy as it seems
Humanity in its primitive form Cannibalism
The bell tolls for thee” Dinner bell sings

What length would you go for your kids?
Looking in their hungry eyes first dibs
Carnal nature, tender young flesh
Hunger, starvation, soulless don’t confess

living off the flesh of
The belly of the beast
“Stab it with your stealing knife
But you just can’t **** the beast”

Mouth waters, a banquet feast
Life on the outside filled with decay
Losers never win they just fade away
False promised prayers nothing to say

One more gory battle fire the last mortar
War Ends with One World Order

Martial law rioters reject Curfew in affect  
Government laws suspect,
Man fights to the end to defend
Freedom life liberty protect



BLT Webster’s word of the day challenge
March 13, 2025 CURFEW
Curfew refers to a law or order that requires people to be indoors after a certain time at night, as well as to the period of time when such an order or law is in effect it can also be used to refer to a time set by a parent or caregiver at which a child has to be back home after going out


The Phrase
“Never send to know for whom
The bell tolls; it for Thee”
Originated from John Donnie’s meditation 17
and means we are all connected, and the death of any person, even a stranger, is a loss to all of humanity, as we are all part of the same human experience

Ernest Hemingway use the phrase as the title of his novel  “For whom the bell tolls”
The phrase can be used as a metaphor to emphasize the interconnectedness of
Humanity and the importance of caring about the events and people even those far away


Inspired song
Hotel California by the Eagles

Bright pink clouds, Sun’s dying breath.
A final push, and a final shot.
Climbing the sky, an indigo depth.
A daily war, and a nightly loss.
Full darkness now, no moon tonight.
A devastating defeat, life on its knees.
Hours and hours, no natural light.
Still life continues, the bugs and the trees.
A brightening starts, to gray from black.
A new day, a new battle.
Rising sun peeks above and starts to attack.
We wait now, in bright blue, for its next death rattle.

We stood together as brothers in arms.
Our side was small, both in stature and numbers.
Fighting daily battles, we knew the war was lost.
The tattered battlefield was a living room carpet.
We received no weapons, but our enemy did.
Armed with wooden spoons and open palms.
We retaliated with tears and with silent obedience.
The yelling in the house echoed like explosions.
In that grey one-story house, my siblings and I.
We stood together as brothers in arms.

Golden light streams from the heavens.
Streaks of vibrancy smear the sky,
Tearing into the clouds, as the sun descends on the earth.
Like rockets, an explosion of color decorates the above.
With fiery love, a sunset falls like a sparkling firework.
Eyes watch as the brilliant bombing takes the light from the hills.
Alas, night has overtaken the warzone of the sky’s stage once more.
May the battle continue tomorrow.

Did I ever hide? The fact remains
The gold here is bought by blood.
Cherries drawn in the same carmine stains
And nothing they all say is good.

I will take my part of the beetroot:
I cried at the dawn of your cause.
You saw it fit to pick up and uproot,
And we strike and dig in our claws.

I stay underground, you know? Not all:
Some claim that I am without grace -
United we stand, parted we fall,
We still share a name and a face.

Kindness was never able to ****,
And cruelty cannot buy love,
And so I stand on my windowsill
And wait from a sign from above.

We all are destined to lose something
In this crazy and needless war;
Love and compassion stay on the wing,
You can't stand my sight any more,

So I stood and asked your forgiveness,
For striking you, my dear sister,
Though I can't cure all of their illness:
Freedom lives when all have kissed her.

If not for the Holy Land,
The Germans and the French in battle,
Would have failed to be met.

If not for that and the WW1,
My ancestors would've never been met,
If not for that, I would never be born for peace.

They sell fear,
On the evening news,
So I don't watch it anymore.

They show you police brutality,
Mass murders,
And war.

But what they refuse to put on that screen,
Is the people fighting to do the right thing.
Because who would buy their fear,
If they could see the world changing.

Religion was genius,
A system built on brotherhood and loyalty.
Worship was a good idea,
But it was bad to put it in the hands on man.
The broken emotions of mortal ideals,
Took a good thing and destroyed it.