Why is the world becoming more and more aggressive?
“How do you understand this question?” asked Master Satan.
I mean that I see in the world. In real life. In daily life and in the news.
“Don’t lie. You never watch the news. You are always reading the news online.”
Yes. This is true. But my statement is correct. Right.
“Right. Or right.” Yes. But the right doesn’t serve the right. “The correctness.”
Yes. There is no correct law. I mean adequately effective.
“There are correct laws. The problem is human rights.” I understand.
“So, too open the world.” I understand. Many people abuse their rights.
Exactly. This gives a base for the immoral life.
So, life was better than when the teacher, the priest, and the judge ruled the village.
“Yes.”
Thank you, dear Master Satan.
JULY 2023
Hazy, Rampant, Hammering
Foggy-headed, I must be lazy enough to put just the right effort in.
It drips down and stains the pore.
My disease is acidic, fatal,
And the way that your alkali sense draws me in ...
How I'd beg to neutralise once more.
But the ants won't push against my unmoving tyres.
And anywho, isn't this against your morals?
Vivid, Violent, restless still
I'm floating away, I'm just really not lazy enough to notice it.
I'm ruining your favourite dress,
Your uniform for every non-uniform event.
Please don't let me soak you.
Please disappoint me again. Or you could prove there's no shame,
Because either way, at the end of my every walk, I fear that I'll be the same as my love for you when it isn't to see your uncloudy eyes,
But I'm not being lazy enough.
And I'm trying so hard to not try hard,
But I don't think it was ever really enough.
A promise born, a life designed,
To emancipate, to break the bind.
But fate dealt blows, parents passed away,
Leaving her to shadows, in a world astray.
She sells her body, a living corpse,
A pretty face, a paradise sepulcher, a tragic force.
Uncertainty looms, her future unsure,
A womb evacuated, her soul obscure.
Loneliness creeps, a dejected soul,
Yearning for companionship, a heart that's whole.
"I need a child," she cries, "who'll stand by me?"
But all have fled, fearing disease's decree.
Meanwhile, he seeks to blend, to chill with the bold,
A "Jogolo" tagged, making women happy, but growing old.
He dupes and uses, but ends up used and worn,
A walking corpse, his life misled, his future torn.
Both lost, both alone, both searching for more,
Their lives a testament to the choices they've explored.
Yet, in desperation, she looks up to the skies,
Her maker stretches His hands, a rescue surprise.
Be cursed anew, ye demon!
This well bred one, forswear.
Ugly, who maketh ugly.
Vile maketh vile.
Have you seen the fungus gnat?
Its effect, none can bear?
Its like there hung! To harm dear's
Smile; orchid's smile.
S Such is our flesh, natural "man"
I In the language of Testaments, we plan
N Not only to enjoy our sins, but confess
sans decorum and plan
NOTE: Norman Grubb on TESTIMONY advises one ought to confess ones hates and lusts, but in general terms, notvso detailed that hearers and confessor, take delight in sin vicariously again. In the original New Testament, the Greek word METANOIA indicates an U - Turn from SIN, as in a 180 degree change of direction. The change is in a heart where God's spirit uses conscience & Scripture (WORD) in silent metamorphosis ( into the New Man Or Woman). Hallelujah
Photos I didn't pick
never are they
I know it.
Politics has divided us, with wheeling and dealing
Religion has separated us, with believing of delivering
Race has disconnected us, with seeing is determining
Wealth has classified us, with becoming is glorifying
a haiku story
Trump is attacking
TikTok - let him rape goodness,
let him be a Nazi.
He works for Russia,
is that news? He cages children
- some adults love that.
That fat bag of lust
has put his soiled, immoral
hands up the law's skirts.
Now he attacks youth,
- no, fun itself - in TikTok
- there is no justice.
The immoral would seek the help of evil
Whenever
He wishes any of his goals to achieve!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 July 2019
My fourteen year old daughter was the star of a children's TV show.
But because she grew large breasts, they decided to let her go.
They said that because of her growth spurt, It would be inappropriate for her to be on a children's show.
They said they were sure that I would understand but I was furious and I said "Hell no".
I said that it was discrimination and it was an immoral reason for firing my teenage daughter.
She was more than willing to sue because of the morals that my wife and I have taught her.
It was wrong to fire her because of mother nature's handiwork and the judge agreed.
My daughter was awarded ten million dollars, that was what the judge decreed.
We didn't sue because of the money, we sued to stand up to their discrimination.
When I say that they didn't get away with what they did, It's not an exaggeration.
How does one know good from bad?
When bad events tend to have good results.
We have always come up short, we have somehow always failed.
We talk about each individual issue as if that will somehow prevail.
Our own moral code, our own moral thoughts,
These are the rules we live by.
And we know, if we don’t heed our own thoughts,
Then we’re just living a lie.
That lie is the “Watch how good I must be.
Believe the ME that I am not.
And just ignore the ME that is in plain view.
Ignore what I haven’t got.”
People living this lie, destroy feelings, they wreck, they ruin,
The facts they simply erase.
Erase all the truth, retelling a whole new story,
It’s the reality they replace.
Materially they’ll win at any cost,
You see, immoral narcissists are emotionally vain.
Moral folks need to just leave them be,
And walk away from the prevailing pain.
If I am driven to attention may that attention break will
Shackle of hope eyes to a sea mountain rumble
To cease opportunity to break down barrel the sight of the sky is just a reason why
To habituation the great mystery of the world do one have to enter those depths below
If the wind of a whistle moves with out motion then barre sight found way to shore
Shackle of hope eyes to a sea mountain rumble
If one is sincere and with every stroke of a detail fond bigger characters
To open a folder strive with dust behind every motion and
With righteous mind let it be known
Is love immoral.
Shackle of hope eyes to a sea mountain rumble
Love immoral.
Blinded and limbless, I represent
the hundreds of thousands young men sent
to fight in another country’s war
on rough terrain never seen before.
Our country called and we asked not why
nor for whom we were going forth to die.
Death would be relief to the awful pain
of reliving the battles in mind again.
They all looked alike and we couldn’t know
just who was our ally and who the foe,
until we stepped on the hidden mine
or tripped on the detonating line.
The “Hueys” that came for the dead or dying
were shot down sometimes as they started flying.
Rescuers as brave, as they took to air,
as the weary soldiers they left out there.
You'll find us today in a VA hall
or dressed in a camouflage coverall,
living in cities that turn us away
as useless potheads, despised today.
Night falls, and she stood up quickly,
Brushed up swiftly, arranged her
Hair briefly yet attracted, for her
Beauty, and smooth face like the
Surface of her chest...
She walked to the door slowly,
Turned gently, and stirs at herself subtly
From head to toe, then to her mirror
Which she earlier disdained.
Her hand bag contained
Preservatives protecting her horror,
Midnight she is a terror,
Daylight, an innocent beauty,
If you see her you will want her
As your lady, to make you matrimonially busy,
And happy.
But, try her and see, you will
Have yourself to blame after burning you up like flame,
Guys in new york calls her BEACH,
After they tried, but her
Heart they never REACH.
Wall street barons see her and flee, for she stings like a bee,
And her deception, they never
Want to see.
Las Vegas Cassino is also her prey,
To most night lovers, her tentacles
She spray.
If she smile you will think she is shy,
If she talks, you hear a nightingale,
But when you look into her profile,
You will find out she is filthy and guilty,
She is the immoral beauty...
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