No More No Less Humans Are (Disease)
Unto Itself...
10-9-09_
A Poem Of The End...
(God) Goes Home
Although Not Alone
In Spite Of Darkness Of Night
Forlorn (God) Takes Flight
Tears He Sheds Not For Living
But For His Little Children Dead
Not Never Looking Back
It Is (Sin) Fact
Arise Into The His (Light) Might
All Our Dead Little Children Take Flight
As He (God) So Did Appears
So This Evil World In Arrears
It As You Humanity Disappears In To Night...
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Of This I TRASK Do Know To Be Truth As
I Always Wrote In Beginning Truth Has
I Will See You All Burning In Satans_
Holy Hell Long Before I Ever Get There
To Me No Thing Else Has Ever Been Fair
All That I Lost In This Evil World_
Past Next To My Sanity_
It Was More My Dignity, Alas This
Is What You Humanity Has Done Kiss
Your (Souls) Self Goodbye! There Will_
Be More Than Pain, Anguish,Suffering In
Mine The Eyes Of (God) For What (Sin)
You Did To Me You Do To All_
Our Children Your Children
You Did To (God)...
Me,TRASK "POETIC PROPHET"c 1979/2009
TRASK...
Etal:
One Cannot Be Had Without The Other
For Every Way There Is A Mean,(Brother)
There Is An(Devastating) End...
Isn't there a passage in the New Testament that goes something like, "What do to others, you do to me?" Every major religion has at its core the equivalent of Jesus Christ's message: "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." Yet wars are constantly being
fought -- formal, and otherwise -- in the name of religion! What is wrong with the picture? Thank you, Trask, for continuing to make
us think and want to do something about the mess we have made. Maybe there are only questions, but at least we can try to ask the right
ones. 'Right?' Always, Phyllis
it is duality in all, Trask I love for surely this....so from the heart as with everything i read of you, honest! real! for warning
I feel this in here
fought -- formal, and otherwise -- in the name of religion! What is wrong with the picture? Thank you, Trask, for continuing to make
us think and want to do something about the mess we have made. Maybe there are only questions, but at least we can try to ask the right
ones. 'Right?' Always, Phyllis
Be always safe,
Karen
I feel this in here