Operation Dinosaur
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OPERATION FALLEN BEGAN AFTER SEVERAL CORRUPT COPS SELLING DRUGS FOR GARGANO ACTUALLY BECAME JUNK SICK JEOPARDIZING HIS CRIME FAMILY HE ACTUALLY PAID CORRUPT OFFICERS TO SEND GOOD INCORUPTIBLE OFFICERS INTO WAR ZONES BECAUSE HE ACTUALLY HIRED ABUSE OF POWER TO ALLOW EARLY RELEASE FOR HIS PERSONAL LIST OF REPEAT SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS REACHING OVER ONE HUNDRED SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS MEANWHILE THESE OFFICERS ARE DUMB FOUNDED FEARING FOR THEIR LIVES FINALLY MURDERED BY FRIENDLY FIRE MEANWHILE THE ONE HUNDRED REPEAT SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS RECIEVE EARLY RELEASES AND FREE DUSNEY PASSES THE GAMES OF ORGANIZED CRIME CORRUPTION CROSSING OVER RICO VIOLALTIONS COMPLETE CRIME AND PUNISHMENT FOR INCORRUPTIBLE OFFICERS FBI INFORMANTS I WOLL NEVER EVER FEAR ABUSE OF POWER EXCESSIVE BULLYING ORGANIZED CRIME AND CORRUPTION WORKING FOR THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY OVER ARSON MURDER OF 9 ELDERLY PERSONS GOD BLESS ALL THE FALLEN GOD BLESS AMERICA
Three days ago, my ophthalmologist performed my first cataract operation,
All went well I must say,
But I am seeing double today,
So please everybody who I have answered with persistent determination,
Excuse my typing, incorrect spelling and my intense unrelenting frustration.
There, on the horizon
looms a darkness,
this uncertainty,
an unknown,
the future, inevitable.
Daunting,
imposing,
inexorable.
Fated to suffer,
forecasted pain.
My outcome
resides in the hands
of those so skilled.
Do believe the truth we tell you
Don't believe your lying eyes
Say the mocking birds now calling
Filling these dark gaslit skies
While the children all around us
Reaching up with open arms
Wonder if we’ll protect them or
Leave them to a world that harms
As this force of darkest evil
Winks within us as we sleep
Leading our minds into chaos
Dawn will free us from the deep
(11/3/24)
Sometimes I think about the past,
The life we knew would never last,
And all the men we used to kill,
And that great void they used to fill,
And that great spell we used to cast.
Under the sun and in the heat,
Our enemies dead at our feet,
I thought I’d die there in the sand,
And for the future never planned.
But still, those memories are sweet.
We bravely answered battle’s call,
Brothers, sisters, family all
Who know when I say sacrifice
I speak of those who gave their lives
And with their deaths our own would stall.
Those to whom that life appeals,
The ones whose fractures souls war steals
Will never after be the same,
For some win glory, some win shame,
And yet each shattered soul still feels.
I still feel it to the bone,
The shame of taking lives unknown.
Unnamed and faceless men were they,
Their crime was getting in my way;
For their deaths I can’t atone.
I visit graves of brothers still,
Those who died by war and will
As well as those I loved and lost
And those who paid the greatest cost,
And all the men we used to kill.
Throughout the world year after year,
shoeboxes packed with gifts bring cheer
to needy kids who hold them dear.
Their smiles are a delight.
Each person’s small donation buys
a child much-needed school supplies
small toys, and more—a sweet surprise
that makes their Christmas bright.
As they are by the millions blessed,
providers of their gifts attest
they’re honored to fulfill this quest.
Their joy is at its height.
*Operation Christmas Child is one of the many ministry
projects of Samaritan’s Purse (Boone, North Carolina,
main headquarters)
Our love once was sum
now is division
you are divider
I am the rest
When a man looks much tender,
What happens to his Gender?
I mean guys who seem slender
And prove The Easy Blender
None of An Iron Bender,
Who would restructure fender
And to graves with punch sender…
Man not A Panel Beater,
In no way like A Heater?
Do we him name ‘Woman’
Like The Eve summoned from Man?
Are looks A Gender Lender:
One being tender or slender
One’s sex change operation
From Gender Desperation?
I think: who still can render
Services of his gender,
Be he tender and slender
Is just Male-Slender-Tender
Goods needs Vehicle,whers as good things need life of a man.society needs cooperation,whereas patient needs operation.byg.anuthangavel.
Screaming til my face collapsed, broken arrow’s here called
Dear God she’s so beautiful, a cascading insouciance befalls
Forensics yeah they’ll differ, no doubt say, it was inhumane
I don’t give a fig leaf, as the daisy cutter obliterates my pain
By
David Kavanagh
Covert Operation
What do you know about operation 333?
An assault operation to take control
The most successful one in the history
Triple three brought red storm and destruction
This conflict left blood stains,wounds and dead bodies.
Note.Greed for power is the cause of violence...
Once a milky winged stallion,
I mistook you for an angel.
I believed your majestic prowess.
Like Zeus, I too hitched my chariot.
Once the sparkling points of night,
I mistook you for sky magic.
I believed immortal your cosmos,
your dazzling namesake array.
Then your avatar sold oil.
I watched your B movie at fumy gas pumps.
I witnessed the curse of your hydrocarbons.
I lost faith in your Earth poisoning moniker.
Then your appellation found home in the dirt.
Assigned by mercenaries feeding slithering snakes,
tracking and tracing, extracting all our privacy
for any perversion of power.
I weep now knowing how far you've fallen.
I should have known.
You were always the prodigious child of Medusa.
Robbers in their den:
The harshest of men,
In all ten,
Their boss, Terrible Ben!!
Stepbrother of as terrible Ken!!
Now, not with his pistol but confusing pen,
Their next operation indicating 'When'
And much persuaded to give it a name
One wouldn't have guessed, Nursing Mother Hen
For his having once favored 'Operation Wren'
Robbers in their den:
The harshest of men,
In all ten,
Their boss, terrible Ben!!
Stepbrother of as terrible Ken!!
Now, not with his pistol but confusing pen
Their next operation indicating 'when'
And much persuaded to give it a name
One wouldn't have guessed, nursing mother hen
For his having once favored 'operation wren'
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