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wæl naow…
[we] have hœ'd one helluva row.
to all you folk that work so promoting this particular brand of truth…
æı salute you.
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how much have you lost in this work?
how much have you gained?
how high was the cost to do this work?
what price the strain?
blood on the wind cannot be denied.
the crows gather in mulitudinous murders,
call'd to feast upon the choicest of eyes.
this we, this us, this last generation both slave and [free], know some truth, some reason, some (((reality))).
yet the moar one learns, the more one knows, there is no glory in combatting these foes.
the hope of bright futures that filled our eyes, while young and soft swaddled in comforting parental lies.
rare to find
a father
a mother
callous enow to speak
a truth unknown to the rational mind.
these are the facts,
this is the time,
throw sanity to the wind
breath forth your allegiant sigh
let your freekflag fly
ever so high.
the reality of the fact,
the lucky ones still cry.
adults lie.
too stupid or scared or tired to try
to accept the real monsters,
that eat children
and never really die…
are the ones holding the reigns of this world gone by.
they say God Wins…
[q]uite the conceit…
considering the Son,
The Man in THE SEAT, His Great Mystery soon to complete…
Said long ago,
as humans do gauge days and seasons replete
in wine and song and suffering
more bitter than sweet.
remember those crows?
you were Told
two millenia ago
this world does not matter and to love it means Death.
IT IS FINISHED
HE Said…
And That is Exactly What He Meant.
humans forget,
The Spirit Reminds,
The Glory Is To Come,
never mind the rinds
and husks that have fallen and been left behind.
you were told hell is coming
and a hell ovvah story too…
soon you will be told heaven is coming…
& you'll will believe that one too.
the fact; oh yes.
<æı đü теиđ þü đīбяеß
is simply this.
it is all over…
The Truth
The Light
Ist Kommen…
bringing an end ye'll need no faith to sink yer teeth into.
save the children
right?
to grow and live in love and in light?
That is What He Is Doing.
just not the way you were taught.
for though lie they did, yer parents ye cannot fault.
If you are old enough of mind, and wise enough of heart.
they are/were just kids too
still afraid of the dark,
if they could but admit it.
it is for those of [us]
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whom long have stared into that abyssal dark in the heart of
monster,
đæмœň,
כнīmêŕæ and man…
not to live
nor to die
just
to
Stand…
it was always too late,
to borrow fine phrase,
[we], тне æłяæđýđæđ, Salute (You).
the end.
goodbye.