Your soul is a field, upon which your rationale and opinion
wage a conflict against your obsession and your desire.
Truly all things in your being are in a constant half
embrace, a dance of actions and deeds, reflecting the values and excuses
defined by the selfishness of desire presenting your perceptions of your own obsessions.
Thus is all life founded in the art of dance and the rhythms
of passion.
To become confident in the home in which you live your need
of shelter dances with your expressions of comfort a dance of values and
excuses defining a core of nurturing, a presentation of care. Locking the front
door is an excuse of fear a fixation of loss. For how can another steal your
nurturing except in killing, yet locking that door protects both the perception
nurturing and the items of time with which your comfort is built.
To become confident
in War, your need for resentment dances with your expressions of conceit,
fueled this dance of values and excuse of the desire to be esteemed by the
proceeds of the victories, while blindly discounting the scenery and visions of
harm. Yet it is within that scenery of horror do we place a value to the
proceeds of the victories.
Thus it can be said life is the dance of actions and deeds, your
demonstration of what you honor. Offering an excuse is nothing more than
rationale an opinion of your obsession.
What will your reflection be, to a one, just what will that
reflection be?
Of what benefit, what proceed is the need for war based upon
a value of how you pray or who you call God, what comfort is built in that
horror of the scenery that you place a value on the proceeds of death, unless
you manufacture those fields or the instruments of death. Then do you build
reason upon reason excuse upon excuse for a dance of the obsessions the
proceeds of war.
For what smithy forges a tank without a justification of the
expense verse the proceeds of its use. Yet you can not buy a tank, you reason
the excuse in a veil of comfort, seeking security from another tank. The smithy
is the collector of the proceeds and maker of the veil. Thus quickly does he
sell the veil of deceit seeking to comfort scenery of the horror, showing only
the excuse, blindly discounting its use, as the obsession of the reason, hiding
diligently the proceeds earned by death in its use.
For what rationale could a clergy make, to justify a
resentment of the prayer you make, to seek a scenery of horror unless the
resentment is the use of that tank. Yet do our statesmen do contend with
passion the reasons of the use of that tank, they stack one upon another a
resentment of abuse an atrocity upon atrocity of the prayer you make hiding the
proceeds of the smithy’s profits a bargain of the veil which the smithy pays to
the statesmen, and like the veil quickly does this team project the deceit for
blindly do they seek the profits of death. Yet this is not the prayer you make.
First the Statesmen told you communism is at stake, saying
purchase the protection we make, then when no one could afford more of these
tanks, then did the statesman say it is the prayer you make, he surrounds
himself with clergy saying in judgment we make, these deeds of horror did
another clergy make, the horror the horror on to war do we make. To the foundry
of the smithy does his profits take, to forge just another tank does he make.
As the Statesmen proclaims your fields are at stake.
If your thirst for blood be high, better to hang the smithy
and statesmen until they dry, for is that not the prayer you make, to rid the
world of horrors your statesmen make. To take away the proceeds of war the
smithy makes.
Alas all that was done was the order of another tank.
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