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'peace in our time'
well
I'll believe that when the fat lady sings
when the liberty bell rings
when freedom brings me back home.
I see David and Goliath in rehearsals for riots and the river's on fire yet again.
God has gone to the Lebanon and he's taking a break
even he cannot take too much more
and as Moses reposes on tablets of stone waiting for his children to awake and atone
Beelzebub rubs his clawed hands in glee as he lights up the furnaces for the dead he will see,
very soon
under a biblical moon on a biblical plain
real people are feeling unbiblical pain
what a fukin state of play.
when we were kids if we didn't play fair we had to stand in the corner and that wasn't fair but it was right.We didn't fight it was wrong,the strong generally win in order to pin one more star on the map,what absolute crap we are grown now and should have learnt how to co-exist,but
it's just a ******* contest,a man thing and collateral damage doesn't mean a **** thing.
The King of Kings doesn't intervene and personally I find that oddly obscene,let him take his break in the Lebanon and when he returns maybe the problem will have gone,
somehow I doubt that and I doubt that I'll hear the fat lady sing or the liberty bell ring
there's too much money involved to solve this.
Elioinai Oct 2014
As the weakness of the trials of life, but I confess to knowing, The Lord.
He said I was faithful to the sinful nature
haha, Making valentines and papaya salad.
Must be broken beyond organic farming hippie, and so yummy!
I don't know, she was spending a husband or more
oops, too many things, right now
Hungry + reading ch 65 of them
Lydia, 10 years old, preparing to see any keys with the Mother in the student Center 5pm7pmish
Life isn't ruined, look tense, like
Mercola. Something to blow your Ethnography files in!
So is in our inner fellowship with Him.
I'm so frozen yogurt, chocolote, cookies, candy .
Gosh, I was unbiblical to like
Gain flings, never been on my response to be
New favorite ice cream recipe for a lot of crunch
no, I think is Jason was the Ecology textbook, decisions, decisions .
It was a special goodbye bacon, we may meet again
NOW. Join the left; the Mother in it
I don't want the Student edition William A.
Even as my Ecology prof, Ken Camp, has hair The youngest of the most barbarous nations, and sometimes
I don't act all stiff or burst in to laughter
Without God, he talks with fresh ribs. There's never expected
This isn't a poem I wrote intentionally. I got all the words from an app that mixes up your facebook posts.
Janay Moore Mar 2014
If this is so unbiblical,
why do you make me
shout Jesus louder than
a Southern Baptist?
animals attained angst amongst anvils
beautifully bound bruises bought
crimson crown crushed
collision course
calamity
defeats
down
dots
do
in
jean jacket
jewelrys jaded
kneading knots
knowing lots
leanining
learns
little
more more more
many more means
motivated keenly
necessities never needed
notions numbing numbers
obviously overriding ovaries
ovulation opens opal orion
questions quickly quest
questions
relevancy
resembles
rioting
roots
to
the
table
ta­lking
telepathic
tumbler
tiring
toes
under
unbiblical
unification­
vicariously
victory
veins
xy
an
s
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Things I never knew I’d come to love
Sinking into this old leather chair, I never imagined I’d cherish it so much. Retirement’s first year has gifted me with time—time to sit, to think, to watch. Mediocre movies, once dismissed, now captivate me. Nigerian films, with their unique culture, have taught me so much. Though, I still can’t grasp the slaps and the “Are you mad?” lines. Some writers could do better, and the disrespect towards women is unbiblical.
I never knew I’d love my own company. Dining out no longer appeals like it used to. Making videos of my daily life, once a private affair, now feels like sharing a piece of my soul. What is privacy, if not isolation? I was meant to share my inner thoughts, my poems, my art with the world.
Life has no balance, they say, but to stay sane, we must find it. Helping others brings a joy I never knew. It’s a hope that they, too, might help someone someday. Some days, I feel complete, then fall back into uncertainty. I try to remember the color of silence—silence I never knew was a color.

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