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Vladimir oh Vladimir,
Thanks for the hack
Put me in front and Hillary back
I owe you my amazing win
For you I’ll do anything
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
you pull my strings
For you I can do so many things
You have something on me, yes its true
Lets keep it a secret between me and you
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
Be my best friend
Bffs to the bitter end
I won bigly with you, so all my thanks
Now teach me how to roll the tanks
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
So strong and powerful, you’re my kind of guy
Your enemies all seem to mysteriously die
You and I don’t have to fight
We both know that might makes right
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
Teach me how you silence opposition
so I can do it from my White House position
crybaby losers, my boot on their head
I’ll mock them by twitter as I crush them dead
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
how many journalists did you kill
that would give me such a thrill
Send bannon out as my murderous attendant
Bury them all with their first amendment
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
come real close
but don’t poison me with a lethal dose
like that guy from the KGB
You put plutonium in his tea
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
so-called judges might tell me no
then checks and balances got to go
Congress might stop me with laws they pass
They’ll burn like the Reichstag, to a heap of ash
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
We’re like-minded brothers
Leading a world of like-minded others
We’re leaders in the global fight
with our global army that fight for the white
I thought blood was no longer thiker than water.
But that's not the matter.
Even that who calls you honey,
Will run away when you have no money.
Listen to me yee!
Not in anyway will I mislead thee.
Build a rapport.
Your kins need your report.
Let your mother be your accomplice.
She always know how to accomplish.
You can always use her as an alibi.
Remember tha time she sang you lullaby.
You have those you call comrade.
But I tell you they'll come and raid.
That day when you'll go.
They'll come eat as they go.
They'll praise you during the requim mass.
But those will be the words of the mass.
Your kins will sing the dirges.
As your gang act as your judges.
Do not be a city boy.
You life will be a bouy.
Go back to the village.
Do not cry much about the milage.
Your village people needs you.
Once you go to the village you'll get a ewe.
But I tell you, you need them more.
One day you grave will need a mow.
Heed to the words of an erudite sage.
Do not judge by looking at the age.
I put this message in words.
Take this to the entire world.
Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk
A child should not need to hide
with death a constant evil ride
silver specks of april moon
death was knocking at your door
A little girl of sweet sixteen
with love the taste of romance keen
a child of a different age
the building was her hidden cage
Father mother locked in fear
I think there was a fat man there
a young one hidding in the walls
life created, men and fools
Genicide, atrosities, contemptable
how can we treat a human sweet
judges, soldiers, men of grace
How could you build this devils place
A father watched his little girl
growing up inside these walls
watched her taste her first romance
watched her fear without a chance
The soldiers of the german war
What theory's are worth dying for
The science of the time did speak
and say they wanted strong not weak
The arian race the perfect man
not so perfect evil plans
a father watched his little girl
taken by the soldiers van
A father watched his childs life
swallowed by the nazi fight
A father watched his little one
stolen from her life of fun
A father watched his little one
stolen from his arms and sun
into the nazi camps of death
his wife and Daughter into hell
He survived but not his child
he survived but not his wife
the dairy that, his child wrote
shows the dark and evil state
When pilgrims first arrived upon Plymouth’s shores,
They were wary of Indian customs and things they didn’t know-
Suspect of the Indians having powers from the devil, and more,
The belief of witches inside their own colonies did grow-
Witchcraft suspicions weren't confined to one colony alone,
Many believed Satan himself could possess both body and soul-
Behavior was questioned - whether outside or inside a home,
And accusations towards those disliked - sometimes a personal goal-
In 1642, Connecticut made witchcraft punishable by death,
And for 108 years it remained as a capital crime-
Twelve executed before 1692 crying “innocent” until their last breath,
Witch-hunts became more prolific, right after this time-
Witch trials are a period of dark history for us,
Mass hysteria flourished in Massachusetts, Salem town-
When eight girls ate rye fungus then acted odd and made a fuss,
“BEWITCHED” the doctor said, for no cause of illness could be found-
Initially only three accused, but the list grew as time went on,
Until thirty were identified as witches by the end-
Both men and women were named and it didn’t take long,
For the infamous Salem Witch Trials to begin-
Nineteen women were hanged on Gallows Hill in 1692,
And a man not answering charges, was pressed to death by stones-
Fifty more died in prison awaiting trial for witchcraft review,
The court would convict on verbal testimony alone-
Only one of the eight trial judges had a conscientious reaction,
Presiding Judge Samuel Sewall, publicly apologized five years later-
For his condemnations, he felt a tremendous dissatisfaction,
Begging for forgiveness, his remorse couldn’t have been greater-
In 1750, witchcraft was removed as a crime in our colonial society,
The Puritans who had fled the grasps of England’s persecuting hand-
And tasted freedom had gained some bad notoriety,
When they persecuted those different, on their new American land-
It was from the early 1800s
This phrase was first used
I'm sure it has other meanings
So please don't get confused
If your understanding of the term
Was just like mine
I thought "to pull the wool over someone's eyes"
Were the eyes of the woolly ovine
I thought this terminology
Was clever and quite cool
It seemed very logical
As the sheep supplies the wool
You have to pull the jumper on
(One you may despise)
And at some point of doing this
It will cover both your eyes
So it seems quite reasonable
Without investigating too deep
This explains the phrase
It started with a sheep
Some others beg to differ
And say it isn't so
They say it came from woollen wigs
Worn by judges years ago
It was from the early 16th century
Up to the present day
It seems like these ridiculous wigs
Are here to stay
Judges could not trust deceitful lawyers
Who often told them lies
Along with other unlawful people
Who tried to pull the wool
Over the judge's eyes
The judge's wig was made of wool
The wool comes from a sheep
The wig sometimes slipped
Over the judge's eyes
So he could only peep
He could not see things clearly
This was what the lawyers' hoped
It would cost the lawyers' dearly
Knowing they had stretched the truth
They should all have known better
Most judges are super sleuths
I don't know the answer
Or the reason why
These phrases come into being
So I close this with a sigh
Not one of resignation
Or even relief
A sigh of contentment
I'll keep to my belief
I'm a romantic
Who doesn't want to delve too deep
The phrase "To pull the wool over someone's eyes"
Will always be the sheep's
Love Like a Sweater
by Odin Roark
The aged veteran sits idly
Upon rocker and barren porch
Remembering
Unlike a space suit
Its every fiber fit
By rigid standard
Unlike the starched khaki shirt
Its extremities forged firm as armor
Its pleats kept at attention
Unlike the dress blues
Symbolic of authority and command
Unyielding in its façade of glory
The sweater
Like love
Molds to behavior
Forever willing to comfort the flesh
And bring warmth to the heart
As passion's woven threads
Assimilate the wearer's hardships
Fear of frayed ends disappear
Accepting entwined living
Is not without accident and wear
Affection asks little in return
Needing only to be spared
The folding into a drawer
Of forgotten memories
Given care
The patience of love
Remains forever dedicated
Embracing any and all it touches
And like the tattered loyal sweater
Judges not the body
But dutifully complies
Abiding the ever shrinking collapse
Of life fully lived
The veteran rocks slowly to sleep
His sweater held close
Being away from a person it's quite draining to the mind have the conversations continue to build with answers being revealed with little substance.
The light that once was burning bright within the person is now dwindling to a small flickering flame inside about paper mache candle.
What is love when only one is giving it while the other is demanding more and more of a material world.
Can a heart endure the pain of a person that is only in love with the past and judges the future?
What if they have not come to terms with that past and what judge you in proximity to that person?
Answering these small questions places you into limbo yes it is deadly to go forward without assurance from the other person.
You can be away from the person but still be in limbo.
Aussie Lawyers barristers cops, liberarians
Judges court clerks..Bookies The lot.' even the underworld i beleive you have a code.? Well the whole country is now in survival mode.' Britain looks to you (are you aware?) Do not go like Canada.' Don't you
Bloody well dare.' Watch out for the shills, they are easy with the smiles' the pollo ones so full
Of wiles.' Air your thoughts among each other..You can't shy away, come on my brothers.' All the women will be with you just (treat them fair) those in the billboard
Battalion have some 'real flair' good on ya
Gals.! Keep things organised, thats one more strength you Shiela's, own it and no surprise, you've been out to Colac and Bendigo all through the Wimmera, of course I know.' Band together stand as one
I'll keep firing internationally.
Blasting away; i'm glued to these guns.!
In spirit and truth, I will you on.' We'll keep the truth bombs flying, till their fiundations are well and truly gone.)
Observing all, the fly upon the wall,
Sees politicians trip before the fall.
They scheme and whisper, planning their ascent,
On sticky webs of power, time is spent.
It cleans its legs upon the ‘summit’ food,
And buzzes secrets, were it understood.
It watches spouses lie, then softly creep,
While promises are cheap, as kept words sleep.
They rise to the top where there are no ends,
Soon out of sigh, with what they store depends.
The fly on the wall, a tiny, silent judge,
Converging human spirit that won’t budge.
For all their pomp and all their grand affairs,
They’re merely mammals with their silly airs.
One tries to swat it with a mighty whack,
But misses every time, the clumsy hack.
The fly lives on, its life of two days grand,
To watch the finest follies of the land.
For human drama, to its beady eye,
Is just a pile of rot beneath the sky.
A fly upon the plaster sits and waits,
To see which fool will seal his sorry fates.
He watches scandals, secrets, tears, and strife,
The endless, pointless drama that is life.
He buzzes softly, hearing every word,
A tiny, winged, satirical absurd.
He sees the lies in every human heart,
And plays his quiet, observant, tiny part.
This world is just a stage, a fleeting play,
He’ll watch you falter, then he’ll fly away.
A fly upon the pristine ballroom wall,
Obsessed with the mechanics of the fall.
He judges every waltz and every twirl,
A critic in a world of social whirl.
Observing secrets from his perch up high,
He files reports on who has told a lie.
He scoffs at all the human pomp and grace,
And wipes his tiny feet upon their space.
Convinced that he’s the master of the room,
He buzzes softly in perpetual gloom.
February 20 Scripture Meditations Based on Judges 9-12
Key Verse – Judges 9:8 The trees went forth on a time to anoint a king over them; and they said unto the olive tree, Reign thou over us.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR REIGNING OVER ME
Thank You for reigning over me thru Your compassion
Always loving me with Your sovereign permission
Indeed caring for my being’s supervision
So that I can honour You along Your granted permission.
Thank You for reigning over me thru Your instruction
Always teaching me with Your righteous position
Indeed training my heart’s reaction
So that I can please You along Your promised faith-function.
Thank You for reigning over me thru Your provision
Always sustaining me with Your bountiful satisfaction
Indeed supplying my needs’ portion
So that I can delight in You along Your enriching fruition.
Thank You for reigning over me thru Your protection
Always guarding me with Your ready justification
Indeed defending my soul’s submission
So that I can fellowship with You along Your enlightening vision.
Thank You for reigning over me thru Your sanctification
Always forgiving me with Your merciful disposition
Indeed pardoning my confessed transgression
So that I can worship You along Your holy purification.
Thank You for reigning over me thru Your fortification
Always strengthening me with might transformation
Indeed polishing my faith’s production
So that I can live for You along Your powerful perfection.
February 20, 2022