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Lord Jesus Christ came to tear down walls between peoples not build them up
It's a sin to ****** Palestinians in the bible.
Heaven has no room for racism
Rev. 5:9-10; 7:9-12; 22:1-5).
Murdering Palestinians is a sin on your soul.
The same opinions were repeatedly expressed by everyone.
Nothing changed in life.
Only time had caused a perceptional shift.
Don't begrudge those who abandoned you for no reason. They couldn't bear seeing your good fortune, and it wasn't because of your nature.
When eyes full of hope meet, miracles are in store.
Try to be fair
Try to be smart
Even smarter
Being kind, honest, caring, and considerate are my credo
Too many hiding in the shadows
Running away fed up and annoyed
Living in yesterday suits some while the here and now wields stability
As well as some redirection
Some cant let go
Some just give in
Truth be told
History repeats herself
Do you want to be a participant or a spectator?
Do you want to be a fly on the wall?
It is painful to watch.
Respect and Truth are partners

C@Rainbowchaser2022
I lay awake........
Suffering in dulcet
thoughts of you......
I've seen a lot of Robins recently
and not one single Batman,
what's going on man?
said the Mayor of Gotham.

ain't nature grand?

wrens and jays
and turkeys
that laze in the sun

penguins with scowls and
owls with Churchillian jowls,

I have a Ladybird book of
let's take a look around
and we'll see how
wonderful nature
has been to me.

still looking for Batman though.
Like a priestess she

is mumbling incantations --


waiting patiently.
"die welt und die sterne" ("the world and the stars", 2020, Sylvia Alexandra Schimag), on October 29th, 2022 performed in the Organpark, by Sylvia Alexandra Schimag (voice), Rasha Ragab (voice), Christoph Nicolaus (stone harp), and Antoine Beuger (flute)

Collection "org anp ark" #238
if I could only find my way
Through the gullies dug between my eyes
To quell the anger seething there
That blocks my view of Marigolds

If I could figure out a way
To navigate the wrinkled brow
And gently smooth away the frown
That generates the thunder

If I could calm the troubled orbs
That see the roadblock not the road
And show them how to look again
To see a new reality

Than I would have a mended face
To offer to the world at large
And maybe they would see the change
And welcome my serenity
   ljm
I hate that my face always look angry, especially when I'm not.
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