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#hatemongers
the self-styled trumpeteers of ethnic hate wish to build fences     close the gates to keep out those who flee from self-styled trumpeteers of religious hate who, as it is, claim to feel called to hold up ancient teachings that are out of date in modern democratic times when neither chimes of church bells nor the cries of muezzins or any other servants of religion rank higher than the people’s democratic vote as we are told by the elected trumpeteers of democratic nations god and the state each get their share in separate spheres but do not mix for me those who dare violate this rule just come across as desperate to solve new problems with old words look backward and believe that when they sell regression      garnished with some bows it will be seen as progress make people overlook that      while they now may live by simple truths they can no longer disagree      without the fear of ****** harm just let us speak out loud and clear      against the self-styled trumpeteers' song to **** in the name of whatever god is always wrong
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
trumpeteers
Holed up in a bunker, a soldier dreams that the war is over. It's just poetic justice, a dream for an emerging new dawn. See, every soldier defying orders, leaves the post and embrace the one whom he was made to think as enemy in his naivety they dance in the no man's land, where they plant a rose garden With them aloud, let's chant,"Bury the guns fellas, war is a tale told by perverts of the worst kind, just to sell deadly warheads. that **** happiness, book the culprits that make war, allow them not to fornicate truth, blatantly like this, deceive the world , gift turmoil."
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 12:50 PM UTC
Hey soldier, throw the gun away and sing your song