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Iron boots pounding on the cobblestones
tens, hundred, thousands, at midnight,
pulling people from their warm beds
and delivering them all to their hangman.
No so long into your future they will come,
because no more oil will be there to fight,
and gold or money will buy you nothing,
there is nothing left, a barren world, just that.
Mosques, Churches, Temples and Synagogues
were converted for so many soldier in barracks,
empty streets, nobody’s is watching, not even
Big Brother was left to look at us from the sky.
Because it wasn’t for once a woman doing it,
the Mother of all Wars, it never had a full time,
but greedy dad did it, throwing away good sense,
and unselfishness with their boots trampled down.
Mothers, don’t put uniforms on your children,
better if you start bury them yourselves, do it now,
before the ultimate horrors of yet another war
are brought to your home by their so loving dad.
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God bless you. Kathy
In a book written thousands of years ago
May he who judges us, have mercy on us
Cause thy enemy will have none.
It was written and it will come to pass
Peace be onto us all brother
William
Be safe,
Karen
The first rider to appear on the world stage with be one on a white horse wielding a bow with NO arrows, as in your picture on the left. He will come on a platform of peace and will destroy many with his lies! We are nearing a profound paradigm on this planet.
Keep your sword sharp dear Georg and slice the reader to the bone with your exceptional insights. May a dew of heavenly gardens continue moistening your quill with wisdom.
Blessings ...
Richard
Fee
Beautifully penned, Georg!!!
Ted
Oil will be the fuel that fans the war.
And those Four Horsemen will ride hard.
Walt
Chilling...the war to end all wars...and then peace will come. Excellent write full of terrifying imagery, well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Christine
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
It very sadly seems that way to me, more and more these very sad days.
All men were by nature foolish who were in ignorance of God,
and who from the good things seen did not succeed in knowing him who is,
and from studying the works did not discern the artisan;
But either fire, or wind, or the swift air,
or the circuit of the stars, or the mighty water,
or the luminaries of heaven, the governors of the world, they considered gods.
Now if out of joy in their beauty they thought them gods,
let them know how far more excellent is the Lord than these;
for the original source of beauty fashioned them.
Or if they were struck by their might and energy,
let them from these things realize how much more powerful is he who made them.
For from the greatness and the beauty of created things
their original author, by analogy, is seen.
But yet, for these the blame is less;
For they indeed have gone astray perhaps,
though they seek God and wish to find him.
For they search busily among his works,
but are distracted by what they see, because the things seen are fair.
But again, not even these are pardonable.
For if they so far succeeded in knowledge
that they could speculate about the world,
how did they not more quickly find its Lord?
We have to ponder more on God's words and less on man's,
George C.