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We stand not five metres apart
The light flickers, then stops, then starts!
We stand assessing how this ends?
Heart beat thuds, pulse quickens
For a moment we see past the hate
For a moment this is more than a stalemate!
Enemies are supposed to fight
But through the eyes of the people we are we see tonight
Not soldiers, not killers, not slaves!
We don't have to end it this way
I'll lower my gun and walk away
If you agree that you'd like to see another day?
We don't speak the same language, no words pass between us
But somehow both understand
That we are too young to die tonight for the plans of fools, for the hate of men.
Life of Death
Walking in a sad fate, my shoes are not yours, the way is gone, dark place
You gave me these shoes, just walk, just walk in my shoes, fates are gone
Five, two, and three, our children were never born, the three. We two died
Past time, maybe only an illusion, but from this camphor following me the feeling
From the missed family, from the missed fate, from the missed family happiness
This situation was created by English psychology. Thank you my destroyed life.
I was an experimental subject in the United Kingdom. Without my consent and will.
Hmm, life of death, or knife of death, or life of kill. Killed by death, it is kind of by die
Sometimes I don’t understand the people, No, never. Why good the aggressivity?
Why good hurt, insult, torture, offend, humiliate others? Understandable things
Maybe sometimes better to live like dead, and nobody sees, lust live, live, live
Hmm, must teach people what is happiness and human life. How? How? How?
People like to send people to death. And there is no remorse. But why? Killers?
Yes, people like to kill people. All of them death-like. Making suffering. Them life
But why? Death like the life? Or life following the death of life? Let me die now.
And I will come back
With the answer
Those who are cut to pieces
by those bloodthirsty killers.
They cry out ,scream and yell out.
They turn a deaf ear to those
horrific acts.
The deafening silence maddens
even the stony heart.
The wild sea burst into tears.
The bloody ire roars out
an action of revenge.
The fearful dawn is at death's door,
the sun never shines.
Maybe it is defined
a darkness to be their light.
They cut the thread before the Sun
.
I'm deeply saddened by the
bloody ring of the chain that happen to
them.
How inhuman can be a human being?
Just as the elements within our lives are inevitable to intercede
There are also uncontrolled forces that have to circle the world
Pride, envy, gluttony, lust, sloth, wrath, and greed
These 7 deadly sins are sold more than the blooded diamonds and pearls
With prayer and faith I stand next to my mother.
And with undoubted submission I'd give anything for my sister.
I'll forever go to war for and with my brother.
But ever since Cain killed Abel, family's have killed, and killers get richer.
Lord when you gather your souls back please grant us your mercy
Grab our hearts with the inner core of your palms.
We drink from a cup but Revelations still leaves us thirsty.
Deliver me like the light you spoke of in the beautiful book of Psalms.
Wash the pain, suffering, and betrayal from our flesh.
Let your light dry away the history of grieving within tears.
Invite me to throw away my sins as I ask with all my chest.
And forgive man as I will forgive myself when your flood crosses near.
It’s called “Holy War”, “Jihad”,
Murder in the name of God.
Don’t you think that’s odd?
But what is a “Holy War”?
But a contradiction in terms for sure.
Since Caine killed Able,
The cards on the table,
Read “Dead Man’s Hand”.
Blood in the sand,
And blood on the Sun
By fools and tyrants wars are begun,
And not all the killing done,
Is in the name of country and freedom.
It’s the murder of a mother’s son,
The killing of a wife’s husband,
Tearing away of a child’s father or mother…
But God said to love one another,
Not to slay your sister or brother.
Rationalized evil deeds,
Planting foul seeds,
In our innocent young.
Handing children guns,
Taught to shoot the “Unholy Ones”,
Raised on a doctrine of hate,
To sacrifice themselves is their fate.
A “Holy Crusade” for Christianity…?
But there was no Christ in that insanity!
Thousands of years of war,
And what’s it all been for?
There are no real victors or winners,
Just losers, killers, and sinners.
Whether it’s a Holy Crusade for Christ,
Or Jihad in the name of God,
We all must pay the price.
If you kill for religion’s sake you’re a fraud.
Pretending to be doing God’s bidding,
But who do you think you are kidding?
It’s just murder for murder’s sake,
And it’s Satan who your soul will take…
God does not sanction the killing,
Rationalized in his name.
And Christ will not save those who are willing,
To murder innocents doing the same.
Religious zealots commit suicide,
Thinking they’ll still go to Heaven.
But they’re in for a surprising downward ride,
When it’s hell that they will wind up in.
For God is all about peace and love,
Only mankind is capable of hate.
A judgment will come down from above,
And all must accept their eternal fate.
Killing in the name of God or Christ,
Is like rolling snake eyes on the dice.
You can only really lose,
Not only your life, but your soul.
Eternal damnation is the toll.
But if this is the path you choose,
You may live inside a religious ruse,
And let the devil be your muse.
It’s absolute madness on the whole.
You’re flying in the face of God,
And don’t you think it’s a little bit odd,
That He keeps you at His arm’s length,
Though you try with all your strength.
You poor old wretched sod.
In those whom promote human sacrifice
The ancient world of Atlanta is a rising an unnatural force
clearly cut where we are the slaves bound under natural silence
To avoid conflict hiding secrets in the mountain caves
Standing at the dung heap controlled by worthless breaths
those that nourishes the roots of all evil deeds already done
Nothing good grows inside this space hallowed beings
Firstly where spiritual value is condemned by sin
attacking the very family structure using the upside down script
removing what is right black Plague's the hounds heart
Against the innocent souls judging values two left feet
can never truly see into the heart of their problem
where the life force is threatened by killers and vice
The sponge was smiling back, to me, with all those arithmatics, done dishes
(a predestined setting)
Cordial, versatile with a blatant truth, to shy from a trochaic, rythmic sounds
The killers are a synnonym for strumming fingers, almost an ensuing song
Although, an earnest rush felt reckless for a neckless tie, almost all day long!
The Yellowstone and prayer bids, sung high, from windowpane, a golden, rich
The twilight icebreaker, a melting sun, o'er all those or these, yet to preach
Sudden depth of random droplet clouds, an earnest, already trying too, along
(journey back to home, alone)
with a rusty indifference, assuming shining countertop, sporadic, all day long!
A long gone cozy knit, with a brief, tightly fit
A tea set, already to reign
to wrap all these, altogether, to a duo, misfit
there, then, start again!
3-10-2024
Ciro Gargano his Detroit hitman faked their deaths after attempting to impersonate my uncle bob satterfield long lost bastard sons identity my uncle bob satterfield didn't have a long list bastard son bob was born in 1923 my father was born in 1942 sadly Ciro Gargano Donald massimo pellegren hacked into my life obsessed with impersonating me killing me now they are both old men living in hiding needing medicine medical treatments for leukemia bone cancer neither men are able to receive treatments they already broke into my home searching for medications breaking into homes of seniors for medical treatment I pray Retep Gargano is us able to contact his loved ones to get the help he needs it is truly sad This obsessional diabolical hatred to my life resulted in thus madness after they used up all if my traumatic brain injury claim they needed more because I exposed the identity theft the data breaches in Tampa general hospital imposters impersonating me for Retep Gargano truly sad This man is now bed ridden after faking his death the insurance monies used up paying dealers killers he probably figured he'd be dead by now but God is keeping him alive in pure suffering hacking into Florida medicaid system tri care Peter Gargano has been surviving by fraud senior scams are serious stop victimization of disabled elderly persons Peter Gargano invested 47 thousand dollars from my traumatic brain injury claim annuity payments structured settlement into Myerlee Pharmaceutical fort myers this insurance fraud mail fraud wire fraud forced peter gargano into faking his death is now in hiding dying so is his brother ciro gargano and Donald Pellegren all in hiding from horrid crimes of murder mass murder how do wiseguys hitmen retire with no medical treatment after killing so many people never realized they would someday be old sick needing care the garment pension all gone used car lot all gone they attack the elderly mostly women veterans disabled persons home invasions for prescriptions medications selling to retired mobsters in threatening my life in Florida RX PETE MYERLEE INVESTMENT
Stop retired hitmen from exploiting
victimization of disabled elderly
seniors in Florida RX RETEP MYERLEE
Investments
God Bless The United States of America
This dark hole
This cold space
This task I must fulfill
To find, to hunt and kill
Disappear without a trace
This cold hole
This dark space
My mind breaks a little with each spent round
My heart beats to a cold, empty sound
Life taken without a trace
Cold hole, dark place
This is where I am
This is what I am
No saving grace
Dark hole, cold space
Living off the land
The earth, the mud, the dank
Chilling embrace
This dark soul, this cold face
Cold eyes reflect the glow
Of death in the killers face
Assassin, agent, soldier, Unknown?
No one will ever know
The cost of my sacrifice
I am the dark hole, I am the cold space.
An artist smashes thick flaking paint the canvas seethes in boardrooms cigar doom winks
fat killers with gold rings crack their fingers melting glaciers flood the cities of rome union
jacks old glory tears flow down cheeks of countries shaking in war boots marching to
screaming huts of the breaking countryside clinging to ropes splintered wooden fences rusting
milk cows squeezed dry boarded homes soldiers sleep in spit gods stand in stone drinking
winter cathedrals yoked with old women in flowered dresses white pearls and rosaries
touching their hearts singing prayers behind eye lids shut windows and locked doors mute
crying sirens of the baying cities