what prayers should be said to wash away the blood stains from a child’s clothes and will those same prayers breathe life into lifeless forms forms broken from life’s mosaic by brutal blows from human greed a greed making void prayers that a child once again can feel a parent’s touch and giggle with joy over simple songs sung as night embraces consciousnesses what celestial words will be heard by the gods to end these nightmares called war
male egos syria afghanistan putin’s crimea g w’s iraq war the same old story retold here’s one thing i’m really sure of brinkley could have sold them some new parts
the plan was to end war by demonstrating the futility of continuing on the present course of government action there would be of course some collateral damage but humanity would best be served by a swift punitive strike so the decision was made the bombs were dropped on hiroshima and nagasaki
fragmented promises lie on the road yesterday’s despairs such fine confetti for a parade of fools passing down narrow cobblestoned alleys of imagined liberties to a destination advertised by online chatrooms as the new eden where free apples are distributed by secret police for the consumption of weary travellers on this monopoly board road to freedom
i have been wondering when you would realize that these chapters have no end for they are written with a pen flowing with the hatred in human blood blood graffiti marring the streets of syria libya israel and every inhabited space on this planet there is no angel of death there is no need for one when men are so true to satanic tenets as they have always been blind to the reality that they are satan and i am merely their excuse and so it was on the seventh day of satan
