Putin holds a deranged press conference in which he outlines his plans
For the future of Europe and the world:
- Russia would rule eastern Europe and the Central Asian Stans as in the old Soviet era.
- He would proclaim himself the Czar of Russia, and Xi would rule East Asia and SE Asia as the new Emperor of Asia.
- Teheran would rule Iran and Afghanistan.
- The Saudis would rule the Middle East but would recognize Israel.
- Western Europe would continue as the EU and the UK would continue.
- The US would be given the Americas.
- Africa would be divided up between the great powers.
- The UN would be replaced with a much more focused international organization
Where the powers would jointly rule the world, cooperate on global issues,
Such as climate change and space exploration.
A military conflict would come to an end.
The dilemma of threes
applies whether it be,
the way gravity pulls them
in space,
Or how the space
is divvied up or the rent divided up
between the three sharing a flat,
Or even when cutting a cake
to fairly divide into
three pieces by eye
or to give one more or less icing.
Sharing the pie
and sharing the sky
are equally problematic dilemmas
for three of a kind in a bind.
Forgiveness feels like a lonely dance
What to do when drama’s veils go down
Hands must be dropped in repentance
To be free, only I can slip off this gown
Unforgiven I acted as an unimpeachable
I wore out the hands of others justified
Without palms, forgiveness is reachable
Empty scarlet letters is tossed aside
Forgiveness grants a place uninhabited
Two steps back, the next step is always new
By the grace of God I’m deemed talented
He turns the fullness of shame into dew
Forgiveness is a seed receiving the light
I resist trusting soil, water, and sun
The empty space above is where it’s right
Hiding dormant, nowhere for me to outrun
Forgiveness feels rawer than useless raging
No more a martyr's dance, just pure suffering
***
Luke 23:34
Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” And they divided up his clothes by casting lots
Fireworks up in the sky I see
Bold colors divided up tee
Winds colored by shadows up high
Memories of yore scribbling scores
Scintillating wraiths of anchors
Stalling, swaddling tight on my thigh.
I say unto the man
Of all them
Manslayer's
Be not
So quick to be'
Necessitated
And divided up among
The masses'
Fore I say unto thee
Not to be
So forwarded in the Disney
Nor traumatized into
The litney of material
Being
GF
There is one God
We have divided up
The Indivisible
One family
Of brothers and sisters
We have divided up
The Indivisible
One world
We have divided up
The Indivisible
One heart
One soul
One spirit
We have divided up
The Indivisible
And we can't put
Him back together again
heads or tails
which is mine,
the toss of coin
a somewhat sign
it seems that world
is divided up
with what Is base
and what divine,
what be ours
and what be theirs,
the lack of feeling
or most of care,
a selfish bent
of song to spare,
of all the treasures
so precious mine,
i covet deeply
my love of rhyme,
it’s here I bare
my deepest thoughts,
unsaid to some,
to others sought,
but, just mine
I've got zombies in my closet,
ready to come out and play
with all the demons within me
with nothing left to say
since my conession
of immortality
and im sorry for all the troubles
that i can't handle
left with the burdan
of a tragic mess
left with chaos
freshly confessed
take my wounds,
and rip them appart
just like your intentions
to my heart
id rather feel phsyical pain
then to feel insane
salt up the cuts
and ill scream in agony
i feel that ive lost my sanity
mortally disturbed
in the middle of it all
half demon
half of an angel
were do i belong in this split between
the ending
here i stand in my own revolution
this is the end of all my confusion
scattered thoughts divide
with my sins and good deeds
divided up till the confession bleads
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