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They are both signed.
Ladies and gentlemen
We have a mainevent.
World tag champions
Defend against, number
one ranked " Fistcottio"
But before the do, "Fistcottio"
Splits and face one another
Both men carrying a mask
the loser changes his name
and wears his partners choose
of attire.Fistcottio Caul Themes
and Dawson Meets square off
One on one if Meetes win , his
Partner will be known as
Masked Superia. If Themes wins
Mascario will be recognized as
Themes' partner.
Then they will meet the World
Tag champions; Rhelmn and Ruckus
With manager "All That" Jessie Gulper.
Oboe Sneak Arena get your seats early.
Straight from the New York Times,
The Macho Appeal of Donald Trump:
We saw him being a boss
A take charge kinda' narcissistic guy;
just the kind of win/lose business capitalist
to Make America Even More Competitive Again,
Especially if you have always enjoyed
StraightWhiteMale privilege
And never sworn to defend
a democratic health care agenda
for the well-being of all the people
and plants
all over the planet
at all times,
in all federally-associated
and invested places,
sacred spaces.
Others saw and heard
a self-invested capital-privileged
narcissistic Boss,
of an old
and extremely tiring supremacist vintage,
who never could be a successful multicultural business manager
in the private sector,
much less a successful multicultural democratic facilitator
of public health and safety information
in our nation's
and our regenerative Earth's
best and brightest
cooperatively facilitated eco-political
resiliently robust interests.
Would you want him to be your boss?
Your dad?
Your teacher?
Your preacher?
Your mental and/or physical health care provider?
Your economic prophet?
Your family's political co-empowerment advisor?
Your banker?
Your fearless leader
so full of fear
of anyone
not a wealthy
hopelessly secular and profane
competitive real estate marketer
and straight white male privileged owner
like him?
mass burial
we did nothing
to deserve brutality
is not our hopes
to shade this tears
in public
where have we gone
too wrong to deserve
this atrocities
for every blast we die
in multitude
for every egg of fire
we own a
mass burial
this is cry's in the city
another steal bird has just
lay an egg from the sky
another animal has just
blast innocent humans? again
and now we have a
mass burial
mass burial
we long lived
peace full
never we intend
to lay our own
people in multitude
six feet
we have been
existing peace fully?
before this stranger's
came in
first they came as friends
and now we are in hell
from this friendship
as our life are devalued
right in front of our view
as this strange friends
keep robbing and killing
our dignity
and when we try
to fight back
they turn steal bird
so each egg it lays
curse us a
mass burial
their is crys in the city
another steal bird has just
lay an egg from the sky
another animal has just blast
innocent humans again
and now we have a
mass burial
mass burial
what shall we do
when all we know
how to do is maintain
peace
so we choose to stand
up for our right
despite they keep
killing us in multitude
we believe they can't kill
us all
so the brave say keep moving
don't gave up the fight
for peace
don't gave up your right
is not a crime to be free
yet as we fight
we lay somany of our
own to sleep forever
when ever the steal bird
lays an egg is a
mass burial
their is crys in the city
another steal bird has just
lay an egg from the sky
another animal has just blast
innocent humans again
and now we have a
mass burial
mass burial
we live with a religion
of truth
under the foundation
of love we knew
the value of peace
not until our land was
invaded attacked
while our walls were
painted with blood
so we choose to defend
our selves
i wonder if that is a crime
yet while we stand our
ground
it cost is painful
as it out come brings a
mass burial
at the end of the day
i know one day it will
touch intelligent humans
so they could cry like
we do in our
mass burial
their is crys in the city
another steal bird
has just lay an egg
another animal has just
blast innocent humans again
and now we have a
mass burial
How great is our God! Let it be clearly understood
All Mighty is the Ascendent of all things Good.
He is restoring our suffering Nation
Through the strength of one immovable man
Who will not be swayed from the vision of greatness
God gave him for our beloved and cherished land.
From the beginning of Her inception we have held
The same heartfelt desire for Peace, Prosperity and Hope.
Our Vision of Freedom is released through sacrifice
Freely given from Patriots as Love flows from our souls.
To those destined to lead, the obstacles are made very clear,
Evil and madness embedded, entrenched never prevails.
Through weakness and fear, the Opposition tries to defeat us
With shocking and unnatural forces, and violent assails.
God sees every assault upon our Nation, Her people and land
By those falsely bleating their self-righteous and immoral stand.
They are dripping with venom and hatred for every good soul,
Yet our great God protects us against their raging vitriol.
He leads us upon the path of Righteousness as we follow His call
To defend our fractured Nation and keep Her safe for all.
How great is our God! He delivers us from evil,
Restores us with His Grace and renews our Hope and Trust.
We will not be conquered by the sins that abound
And accepted as normal by the far leftist hounds.
God is the Infinite Power that is steering our Nation now,
And we are forever grateful He is turning us around.
His principles strong, President Trump holds fast
To the morals and actions that keep America first.
No longer called the disgraced, degraded and deranged;
Never again will She be derogated, relegated the last.
How great is our God! Who has shown forth His Light
And raised a battalion of worthy leaders ready to fight.
United and hopeful, we stand as one, unafraid
Holding steadfast to the promises of Peace we have made.
From this moment forward we are resolute and strong.
Let “How Great is our God!” be our rousing anthem.
We, the ReUnited States of America, have a new victory song.
UNSUPPORTED CODE
September 11, 2001
America Under Attack
Written: by Tom Wright
9/15/01
Lord,
look beneath our tears,
And broken hearts;
As we weigh our country's fate.
And through our tears and anger,
Help us dismantle
Our engine's of hate.
Grant us wisdom
Within each new day,
To be tolerant toward those we meet.
Defiling not innocence
As we right this wrong,
Placing responsibility at culpable feet;
For Lord,
lives will be infinitely changed,
Grand eulogies only tranquilize our pain.
We look once again,
In prayer, to You,
That our losses, we pray, be Heavens gain.
Let not us panic,
Nor become as critiques,
Of America and her resolve to defend;
But make common
Our passion for Jesus,
For on none other does it depend.
He stumbled up the rock slope
To find the breaded man.
A six gun waiting at the ready,
The bastard’s flesh to brand.
A rock came loose
His foe came round
A stray bullet
Struck in the group
He could not believe his good luck,
His vengeance was at hand.
The race was on around the ridge
He chased that rustler scum
Until atop a stony knoll
He aimed his heavy gun
The shot rang out
The foe went down
The echo washed
Over the town
He stood over the silent corpse
Tired, raw, and stunned
He trudged his way back to the town
Finding faces froze in shock
The though that he might win the day
Their minds had wholly blocked
He gave a shrug
And walked on by
To Red’ Saloon
And Lorelei
He cared not what her job might be
He’d ask her, ready or not
She saw him coming down the hall
And wept their at his feet
Then led him back into her room
For things I can’t repeat
The stable boy
His pa avenged
When none would
Step up to defend
And claimed a wife all on the day
Fellows, that’s no mean feat
There is a beach filled with sand
Every few seconds the ocean tries grabbing it using its hand
As the wave breaks
Watery fingers allow the stream to take
Particle strands a foundation for one’s dream castle with a lake
Are retrieved by this natural wake
A friendly Godly gesture to build a moat
Giving the elements the final vote
A foot image appears
Then immediately disappears
Marking a special moment in time
Maybe a loving proposal requiring wine
Leaving a bubbly imprint
Blowing, popping shining tint
A child with a plastic shovel
Digs a hole where it was once level
Watching the water fill the hole
Evaporating from heat overpowering the cold
This is how the world revolves
Spinning around a mystery to be solved
A daily constant mission
No end in sight only continent division
None of which are a human’s decision
This body can be used to get clean
Or played with while laughing a joyful scream
Having a salty taste
There is no waste
Quenching a desperate thirst
Receiving a blessing not a curse
Separating many cultures
Soothing those traveling wanting to be vultures
Handling the rapids with care
When nearly bare
Cooling off a pleasant dare
Swimming in a natural tease
Allowing the rolling flirting as it please
There are those
Who watch it flows
Hearing ghostly bellows stating ‘there she blows’
And it is then
We need to defend
This heavenly grace
Moving at its own pace
Who is this that speaks words without knowledge?
My friends argue they’ve learned it from life’s college.
Where were you when the earth I created?
That’s one question we have NEVER debated.
Would you as you wife suggest, curse me and die?
Shall we accept good from God and not evil? Not I.
Can you command the oceans where to stop?
No, I just drive the oxen who plow my crop.
Have the gates of death been revealed to you?
Not really, but I’ve suffered misfortune out of the blue.
Will you cast blame, my power to deny?
I spoke once, no twice, but now I cannot reply.
Would you defend yourself and condemn Me?
I have heard with my ears, but now I see.
Admitting fault, can you now trust My will?
In dust, I repent, your truth to distill.
Are you willing to offer sacrifice for your friends?
Yes, my Lord, and I will pray for their forgiveness.
Do you believe I could restore your worth?
Yes, my Redeemer, you rule on this earth.
April 19, 2021, revised July 31, 2021
She had straightened her hair,
She had to seem more ‘presentable’
No longer were her curls, wild and free,
Now tamed by expected conformity
She was the only black girl in the room,
The atmosphere suffocated by others judgement,
They whisper and laugh -
Yet she still remains professional
She has no other option,
She gives a polite, strained smile
She has to keep calm,
She can’t give a reaction
She doesn’t have the privilege,
To defend herself without any issues,
She patiently waits, her eyes on the clock
Waiting for the moment prove herself for the job
Now it is her turn - she enters the room,
She sits down, then smiles at the interviewer,
She is qualified, miles ahead of the other participants,
Despite her being the most qualified, she won’t be considered
She did extremely well,
Not one stutter,
She was impressive,
But they already had a ‘diversity’ hire
A secret rule,
Is one black person,
Just so HR can’t accuse of racism,
As soon as she leaves, her resume is ripped up
A morning began like any other,
with dreams still waiting to unfold,
with families saying their goodbyes,
and stories yet to be told.
Then suddenly, the world stood still,
as innocence met fear,
and countless hearts were shattered
by a day we still hold dear.
But darkness never tells the whole story,
for through the smoke and pain,
came heroes running toward the danger,
while others searched for strength again.
Firefighters, police, and first responders,
who answered duty’s call,
ordinary people doing extraordinary things,
standing courageously for all.
We remember those whose lives were taken,
the mothers, fathers, daughters, sons,
the friends, the coworkers, the strangers—
each life precious, every one.
We remember those who never came home,
and those who waited by the door.
We remember the empty chairs,
and the hearts forever changed by war.
But we also remember something stronger:
the hands that reached to help,
the strangers who became a family,
the nation that refused to lose itself.
Twenty-five years may pass,
but remembrance has no end.
Their names live within our hearts,
their stories we continue to defend.
So today we pause in silence,
with gratitude, love, and grace,
and promise those we lost that day
their memory will never be erased.
We remember.
We honor.
We stand together.
And we will never forget.
By Shawn Muñoz