Oh how glorious war is!
How efficient
And adequate!
The way it entertains the gods
When we shoot fireworks and missiles into the sky
It accustoms young women to waiting
Awards men for slaughtering men
Inspires tyrants to deliver long speeches
Adds pages to history books
Gives politicians something to bet on
Brought tears to Einstein’s eyes
Leaves men scarred for life
Gives poets new themes
Like Bukowski and Cummings
It produces less mouths to feed
Teaches historians that history is always repeating itself
Gives governments something to brag about
Pulverises countries until nothing is left
Accomplishes equality between killer and killed
Keeps the industry of artificial limbs in business
Gives grave diggers a pat on the back
See how glorious war can be?

I know a land of salt
and pepper stalks and moss,
whose jagged, hazy coast
a thousand flowers bears —
of Ireland I boast.

Even now my heart is sick
for a home I never had.
If I were there,
what I would do,
I'll tell to you....

I'd show my love the mountain's nooks,
I'd pounce the foeman's daring rooks,
and plunder every dusty book,
and sleep in emerald vales.
We'd clamber up to a secret cave
and there we'd dwell,
away from the pell-mell,
and fast away in purple robes,
pretending we were noble-born
(for Ireland, we ought to be),
we'd in defiance hunger stave.

See now, her cloud legions marching in step
like flares emerging from the wood.
While horses roam her sunlit plains
and flowers shudder in her breeze;
while puddles form in shallow pools,
my watered mind accustoms trees
of bleak and twisted nature,
on the wild icicle river,
coldly biting my knees.

But here afar away,
there's treasure under every
glistening leaf,
'twixt frond and fern,
bristle and bramble,
and bounding stream.
By daylight,
Eire counts every rock;
at starlight,
assesses her stock.

I know a land
whose greenery bursts
in the morning dew,
and gives hopeful cause
to a hundred generations
of stoic sword-brethren
flashing down the coast,
singing their jolly tune,
as the oak decks are mounted
with freedom's guns
emboldening battle new.

Her amber-gilded name spears through
clouded sea and Cambrian cliff:
if every isle were touched as this!
by saintly light from Atlas' air.
She is the jewel of the isles,
the song of countless souls.
As men march down her
summer roads to meet their
tender-hearted lovers at home in
comfort from callous kings, the
breeze will bring news of another
christening or crossing... for then
each girl will spy him coming, and
make haste to alert the town,
and they will all turn out with joy
to welcome home their darling boy;
to herald the ending of famine and war,
and so they will shout for centuries more!

I am a babe
suckling milk
from the breast

It is bland
It is benign

With each new experience
it becomes less so
it grows a taste

It is bitter
It is sweet

I grow my teeth and
begin to eat the
meat of it

It is so rich that I ***** it back up

There is none left

I eat the *****
until my body
accustoms itself

I grow strong on it

It twists in my gut:
a white Worm with its
tail in its jaws

My teeth and fingernails
are yellow with it
My eyes and lips
are crusty with it too

I grow my mind and
begin to see the
heart of it

It is vibrant
It is alive

I fear to eat it

I sit at the table
set it with ****** cloth and
cannibalize myself

I realize I am eternal
go to bed weeping and
share me with myself:

My **** is potency
My **** is caprice
I love myself

We lie close and examine
the heart of it

It is grey
It is dead

I eat it without fear

The time has come, Oh Precious Ones! Luminary shall now delve,
Abyss of truth what can we prove, I shall ask Majestic 12.
Brahmarandrha, off Earth I swim, through the Sun's abode.
Drama enchanted, 5D granted as Ray rewrites source-code.

Vital mediums, nor less tedium, with fools who fool to swell,
Nature's Prana, Sayonara I know these dudes so well!
Haven't I said with fear and dread that She accustoms threat,
Didn't I say all night and day I work with Architect?

And Ra you know, does as He's told!.. 'processed my application,
Elementary, stamped my passport 'Alien Hybridisation'
Okay, I mean Emeralds an order, She bequeaths your Sun,
My covenant and Christoss mission, for you and everyone.

My Seven Sisters, how we miss yeah!.. it's way holistic severed,
Anubis bliss, oh what have you missed! Sunsoaked corridors the weather.
In Ma'at I balance Pleiadian alliance, Messier 45,
Light from Atlas, cosmic bypass, Stars flood Akashik eyes.

Do take note with antidote, Pleiades swims above all light,
Lies from Shaman tried to reign in, from the other side.
Thoth & Enki, Anunnaki, hybrid light collectives.
You should saunter cos now I warn yer, Thoth and I are feeling festive.

Plus, here on Earth I take wide berth from those who instruct Roman,
Into my dreams is ******* obscene, and a language you do Trojan.
Shouldn't you know this, working cold-case, a Minder on your side,
Truism grace, less keeping-face, a truth you cannot hide.

Now please concede, Epsilon phi, and Beta golden shards,
I sent a message to Pleiades Kings, they've returned with Kingship Arcs.
15:15:15 Rod Code, Magenta Sands now Order,
We arrive soon with less contrite, more pastels, once more I warn yer.

Zeta-tech, Military Greys, I'm saying it's all Truman!
Nuked our cloister, even through choice 'yer never really human.
Dove Grids, Phoenix, Solomon scenics left & right vice-versa,
Pleiades believe that there doth seeds, blue light that tries to curse Her.

I've channeled well and you may tell, certain telemetry,
Early warning your next morning with J.W.S.T.
With love I write, didn't James' wife tell Unconditional Love!
And how she plays in every day, Love's most anything above.

Omicron-Draconian-Rigelian wormholes closing,
Luciferian Covenants are now ******* imploding!
Don't you open can of worms! You'll find no flight tonight
Peruvian 7D gateways, my Love to 'Alien Love Bite'.

Third eye lights most every night, transceivers Alcyone,
My Atlas family are far-light-beings, who'll eat your macaroni.
My Gods, more Goddess, my beyond Love, I've never found such partner.
Those wings unfurled, now many worlds! I'm humbled as your gardner.

I'm off to remote view systems, off t'Southern Pinwheel,
Centaurus scent, I saw they sent a message scalar fields.
Fallen Angelics and all your Clerics, I invite thee ont' front row,
And if you can, bring watering can for how your garden grows.

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