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B - L - A - C - K
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We thank
We congratulate
We appreciate  

Everyone person

Whether you created
Dominated
Or lead  

You made our race what It Is

From our Barack Obamas and Martin Luthers

To our Oprah Winfreys and  Maya Angelous  

We thank
we congratulate
We appreciate

Everyone person who has made us, us

Black

B - L - A - C - K

First we heard the distant drone
of their oncoming planes.
We raced towards the shelters
but could not out run the flames.
A package of incendiaries
Freed from a Bomb bay door
Melted Martin Luther’s
bronze statue in the mall.
The city center is ablaze;
thousands maimed or dead.
This was our first night of fear
But they would come again.




Zuerst das ferne Dröhnen hören wir
ihrer entgegenkommenden Flugzeuge.
Wir rasten in Richtung der Unterstände
konnte aber nicht aufgebraucht, die Flammen.
Ein Paket von Brandstifter
Von einer Bombe Bucht Tür befreit
Geschmolzene Martin Luthers
Bronzestatue in der Mall.
Das Stadtzentrum ist in Brand;
Tausende verstümmelt oder tot.
Dies war unsere erste Nacht der Angst
Aber sie wiederkommen würden.

In the face of devestation
After the nuclear bomb
In the voice of the survivors
The search for peace lives on

As they sit on there small island
Free from nuclear rain
They plead for peace
Spared to start again

So as they build a new world
Out of the ashes of the last
Born to strive for peace
After the nuclear blast

How many Martin luthers
Or John lennons will be born
The peace dreamers of the world
Slaughtered while we mourn

Is peace achievable
I guess we,ll never know
But to strive for peace
Is the only way to go

To hate is weakness
To love is power
Judgement day is coming
And in the final hour

As the buttons are pressed
And the missiles fly
And nuclear Armageddon
Blackens out the sky

As we fall to our knees
And accept our fate
As we finally realise
Peace came to late

If it was possible
To walk in the footsteps of man
Whose shoes would I like to wear
I,ll tell you if I can

There,s so many I admire
It's really hard to say
Can I live a million years
And wear a different pair each day

I think first I,d wear mandellas
Such an unselfish man
To give up 28 years of freedom
So we could understand

Then I,d wear Martin luthers
For I also have a dream
For peace and unity
To be life's only scheme

Then I,d wear Elvis,s
The rock and roll king
His songs had so much meaning
And I,d really love to sing

Maybe Florence nightingales
The lady with the lamp
The nurse of all
The saviour the champ

Then Neil armstrongs
The moonwalking kind
One small step for man
But a giant for mankind

Maybe John lennons
And yoko Ono,s too
They both strove for love and peace
If only it came true

I could go on forever
Wearing other people's shoes
I wonder if we had the chance
Whose shoes would you choose??????????????

a man that succumbs
to Byzantine chants...
is equivalent
to having succumbed
to the modern
day gaming
epidemic
of bored females...

what?!

i like Byzantine
monk chants...
that's the same as gaming?

to point:
people abhor the Byzantines
for giving anything
of worth
for the intellectual
furthering
of intellectual
Christianity...

honestly?
the Byzantines gave more
to Christianity than
a number of
the Martin Luthers
of their times...
the Byzantines gave
us the choir...
what was the Templar...
the Hospitalier...
  
the Byzantines gave
choir...
oh cor meum:
cor meum:
   vivet, taxo:
vivet non cogito:
vivet omni vivo...

agnii... p'ar f'ee...
a'gnee par f'eh: t'ar s'ah...
ph'ph'er'ph'eh...

one man is but
the 2nd shallow delusion
of a woman's
encompass to
make claim for a substitute...

i can't fail in reviving
the Byzantines...
esp. with the chants
of their monks...

             the choir of
Byzantine monks...
           i am inclined
to pass the time,
like a Constantine...
and no Nero
before the **** choir of
a lost woman...

                   time,
passes offly short...
to have such songs of praise
sung...
and no woman allow
an onomatopoeia digression...

do these women even
know... that
the crux of the faith
of the Byzantine is
the sanctus mater?
   άγιος μητέρα...

daughter of the holy mother...
your son might as well
be born to the crucifix...
or to the death-bed...

there is no sanctity of
the son...
there is only: the mother...
gaia cult...

        idiot Arab:
remained
the ήλιοςλατρεία
                    aνθρωποι;

what?
     μαύρος-μελάνι-ταΐζω
από-Άραβας?

give me a spare:

  elios-latreia
  anthroopoi...

    mauros-melani-taizoo
apo-arabas...

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