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Israel Beckoned In a Dream
Israel Beckoned...In A Dream This secular skeptic beheld, eyes hallucinated, harried, felled and haunted by holographic images gelled that didst silently scream herald ding exhaustively roaming, schlepping, meld ding and trudging across elapsed, nor quelled blinkered, bloodied dead souls across fractured wartorn veld, where bludgeoned ghastly eons of pain did weld throbbing inside my scepter templed mount, aye vicariously experienced cumulative historical grief past to present anti semitism I decry incomprehensible genocide, (though not necessarily exclusive domain of Moses troopers), nonetheless I find mine existence ably linkedin sigh lent lee to the bosom of Abraham, no matter such quasi confession doth fly in the face, despite devout atheism, a genealogical kinship inherently peppers the genetic mind of this questioning (authority type) guy, whose lack of religion cannot dispel no matter fuzzy, gauzy, hazy, et cetera, asper the existence of heaven or hell, and no idea what will become of Matthew Scott Harris, when bell doth toll mine death knell though methinks, i.e. this fell low will merely decompose forever oblivious to global pell mell, whose corporeal essence will spell reincarnation relegating molecular composition of this aging ordinary physical being whose existence particularly, poignantly, and plaintively punctuated with delicately framed psychological housing twilight years echoing punitive hardship just barely shaking free, whence adolescent aborted suicidal effort near cleft flickr ring, anorexia almost got life extinguished, gut wrenching yank key undergo wing life and death struggle rattling the long gone souls figurative rusted empty cages, whose legacy aching Diaspora, ages ago scattered tribes, especially sages Exodus to Babylonian Captivity, (c. 12th to 6th centuries BC), proud unknown forebears rages against contemporary Hebrews existential wages of experienced unfair recent gauges (recording heinous twentieth century) opprobrious persecution quashing valuable vital and voluminous absent contribution Jews never written pages forever hidebound historical legacy unfairly demonized ever since pre Biblical epoch anonymous stages.
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