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One Nation Under God?

It’s a sad situation, the state of this nation of murderers, molesters, and thieves I can’t help but wonder as we continue to plunder at how we create our own grief. We bully and batter, look out for the splatter as we rob our own children of pride, It’s no wonder our sons take up their guns while we all sit back and ask why. In this generation, of vain masturbation, which can create its own self in a tube, Each woman is master and can now choose to blast her fetus right out of the womb. Gender reversal is no longer controversial (in fact it’s barely thought of as odd). As men become women I find my head spinning at man’s struggle to be his own god. When possibilities ignited we just got so excited about the fact that we could, that perhaps we forgot to think whether or not, as a civil society we should. Somewhere in the thicket chirps our Jimminy Cricket, hoping that someone will hear, While we in the piety of civilized society stand stoic with fingers in ear. Make no mistake ‘bout the risk that we take by not heeding ol’ Jimminy’s call. Consider the thought that God you are not and pride always precedes the fall.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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