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The Dragon’s time …

Fire in the Heavens.
Smoke in the air.
The DRAGON gets closer.
Not one soul dares to care.
All that is left is the rubble of the human mind.
All that is left is the soulless for demons to find.
And you are the one who waited till when?
Again?
Tell me, what were you waiting for?
The end?

Brother against brother.
Father against son.
Sister against mother.
Everything undone.

You hear it from above.
Noise from the mountain.
The DRAGON's breath blows.
No one really knows.
All that is left is a world of pain.
All that is left is nothing to gain.
And you said "be patient" to the Lord?
What?
Say it again, I think He's bored.
Bored.

Brother against brother.
Father against son.
Sister against mother.
Everything undone.

They SANG the song for many.
A song heard from far away.
THE SAINT'S AND ANGELS ALL AS ONE.
"There's no more time for fun."
All their voices PRAISING God.
All their voices ERASING FEAR.
AND YOU SAID "PLEASE, CAN I HAVE ANOTHER BEER?"
But silence?
A rumble?
A chastisement in flame and stone.

Brother against brother.
Father against son.
Sister against mother.
Everything undone.
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I am not a prophet …

I’m not a prophet.

But if I were?

I would be like JONAH …

I would EVENTUALLY do what God wanted me to, with a lot of hassle, and being swallowed by whales.

And, stubbornly, after bringing God’s word, I would sit on a hill near Nineveh, waiting for them to fail God again.

From November 2019:

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MOAR on CURSING …

When I was a kid I had a bicycle.

My sister cried to my parents “let me ride Dan’s bicycle”.

I was angry and I told her “I hope you crash”.

She crashed, and had to be taken to the ER, chipped tooth.

That’s a CURSE. That’s CURSING.

When I was a boy, my “evil sister” was pissing me off …

She was standing on the deck of our second house, being a bitch.

I took the hose and sprayed the hornets nest in the cedar stump.

The hornets went after my yelling, EVIL, sister …

THAT was GAME THEORY.