Praise the Lord, and Pass the Ammunition
“Praise the Lord, and pass the ammunition”
The Jihadist have one thing right...
One does not die, but lives always:
one's immortal body, the spirit of his
predilections. What they have wrong is,
no virgins and banquets...only the
continued fires of hell....
And we others, the so called
moral righteous, protect the body, as if
it were not a temporary abode, and the earth
no battlefield, though jointly created,
by friend and foe,
outside the roses exhibiting
moral depravities indignant of our shared
anemia – 1 percent proof, when it comes
to Spiritual development –
Like it or not:
No one gets
to true paradise
before
everyone else.
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2021
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