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Jeevan Jan 2018
Members of the board, I urge for your discretion.
The issue we accord, is key to our ascension.
Look closely at the chart, the numbers which decree,
Inflation on the market, the rise of destiny.

You are all here today,
because we must make a decision.
We... thought they would obey,
under the proper supervision.
But now we must evacuate,
this city is now gone.
Little people acuminate,
The monsters still press on.
Look outside this glass, to the ants below.
You see the power, the hunger, the pain,
the pure are devoured, so we obtain,
an army of gods, which forever grows,
and in our grasp, shall the controls we hold.

With this power shall we ever reap,
a generation of our own,
our presence will cause the world to weep,
our new future will soon be sown.
As helicopters descend upon us,
I ask of you again,
With reputation on the line,
our choices looking grim.
Do we end the project,
that rends a city from the limb.
Cause's pain, and evil, with sin.
Should we keep the genome within
This was written about a pop culture subject.
The American Preacher

It must have been in the middle or late fifties that
a famous preacher was coming to our town,
a big circus tent was erected beside the evangelical church
to acuminate the throng.
This was pre-TV time, and there was no entertainment
except walking in the park and feed the birds,
this man's appearance was rock-star news.
He spoke fiercely in English and a person beside of him
translated; it was so odd many people were
in ecstasy hollered hallelujah, and prayed with the preacher.
He was a gigantic fraud of course, and my mother said so too
but she was a communist and disliked America.
Today, in a newspaper on the net I read he had died at ninety-nine.
Billy Graham was his name.

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