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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Pour the oil..Feed the fire, war with Iran..And drain-stream outlet criers.' A few ticks to midnight, and all is well.! We absorb the horror, yet can't really Tell.' Screen-shots file drops fury and Shells.' Missiles and the droning.' Media Artificial..All seens pell-mell.' The dead bodies are Creations of those hellish narrations.' And More living are in transit, to the place where Iran Sits ' no rational motive, these soldiers are Votive.' An offering to baal.' Well we can't Prove theres a 'cab-al' its just all maybe? haphazard, Time and tide shows in the Mirror that got shattered.' I ask it not be Splattered with blood pending.' I think it matters.? Lives in exchange.' For freedom? Yet I am 'poet non grata' as the machine Of vilolence needs them' G I''s marines and Sailors, i'lll fortune holds no favours.' Which hero is the bravest.? Only Jesus truly saves us.' All this paloply of power is But a backdrop to the minutes and hours.' To the murder of the silent ones, entombed In life.' Not allowed to run, to see the world In all its gory.. That is maintained by much false history. Sacrifices on the altar of lies.. The emancipation of women..' Or maybe now? They are guys.? In echoes of more affluence.' Oh and get ready to pour some Wine.' On the sands of the beach-heads just ( this one time! ) as was the jingle in 1914..Now mostly forgotten, though it was Also so ob-scene.' Yet tell me of noble aims and? Well causes so just.' While we line up for whatever..' For truly; only, in God can we trust '
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