Two owls woo each other in the Eve;
David and Goliath fight on the Western Horizon;
They call to one another, to find if they are mates.
The raptor's body flies off the pines
In a large flutter, as it sees me walking.

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Oh, how you beat me in every argument--
One who perfectly speaks the words 
Of an atheist, high and mighty.
I cannot account what God has done throughout history
Or what people have done in His name...
I can only tell you the good I've seen
And the good I haven't seen.
And I know you speak of long forgotten abuses
By a kingdom ruled by Byzantium
But, there is one thing that keeps me tethered to God...
It is that you are not a good person;
And your entire philosophy vanity and complete despair.
You speak of atheists who don't rape---
Maybe they don't, but maybe they do---
Rather, atheism is just this conglomerate of things
And opinions of there being no god
And religion has done all ill throughout the world.
I just know differently, that in the human animal
There lurks an absurd cruelty...
And the only thing I've ever seen take it out
Was not religion, but the Power of Almighty God.
I've seen shifting storms, and winds, and great cruelty abound;
I've seen great wars and great famines and great diseases
All done in no religion's name...
I see it all, and find it pointless.
Because at the end, you are not a good person
And neither am I.
In the end you cannot set all things right.
You find Atheists are moral, I do not.
I'm stunned by their disgusting habits.
You say religion has done disgusting things--
When in my lifetime has it; at least Christianity?
I saw it reign over hearts and minds
And turn people to ways that were more benevolent
And without it, I've seen culture shift more selfish and more self centered
And willing to abandon all  love, for the pursuit of pleasure.
And I see no good in this world
And if you tell me this is all there is,
I will hate you. With the very core fiber of my being.
Not with a violent hatred, wanting to wish you harm
But with a seething love and compassion
Knowing that if you do not wish to live for eternity---
For you only understand this world, and I agree eternity here would be hell---
You do not know the depths of love, you do not know the depths of love
As I do. For I could live on for eternity with God's peace, and that is why I believe.
And in that transcendental flame, I've seen good.
I've seen good, I've seen good, I've seen good;
Not only in myself, but in others.
I've seen a world with God, and a world without Him
And I say, the world hasn't gotten much better without Him.
No, it's only gotten worse. More selfish, more deceitful
And all the things done in the Middleages are done by washington beurucrats
Who don't believe in God one Iota
And I realize, it's just humanity in his simple nature
That causes such pain, as atheists do the same;
It is not religion that removes that from our heart.
No... it is God. And God alone...
The same God who's spoken to me through my Bible
The same God who's healed the blind and deaf
The same God who's raised from the dead
The same God who's turned rivers to blood
And the same God who cast away the child who did great evil, and caused great suffering; 
And turned his eyes black as the pit of coal. 
The same God who gave me the milk of His word, and the wine of His joy
The same God who has defended me through and through.
You make convincing arguments, for a dead philosopher's God,
But the God I worship is alive.
He breathes, and fills, He keeps.
And I do not wish to be the evil man I once was;
And only God can stop that.
And maybe that shows a weakness in me...
But I don't doubt you'd find that same weakness in many others.
Men who hate God, and say they don't rape because they don't want to...
Men who say they don't murder because they don't want to...
We'll see what men do without God...
And I already see its shocking effect on the world, and the depths of sorrow and despair.
For, why do I believe? 
It's because of God's forgiveness.
And then the power to be a better man.
And, this world's sorrows, which are infinite, which as a man who's made errors in my life
I do not wish this world to be my only home.
And that may be weakness, but I think it is actually the greatest strength a man can have.

We were both young and dumb
And I had a lot to say.
You hung on my every word
And did question me a bit.
I told you I had an IQ of 130---
It was actually 157---
But it was pleasantest conversation
And I thank you for your friendship.
You told me I should be a poet.
So, Margarita pizzas weren't first made in Harrisburg...
Looks like I fell for a bit of false advertising, but it happens
Especially at 21.

Such fear and panic, that the brood
Was so large, it was in Central Pennsylvania.
There were two broods that year, in the East and South.
Just like this year, 2024---hey, I might even be graced by them.
I see man, in such a light, now realizing their short memories
And poor intellect, fearful of an Eclipse and terrified of Cicadas in the same year.
To me, it's like striking the hour at noon, where the big and little hand meet together.
But there is this weird milieu, where people spread strange omens
About things that are as natural as a cataract or as wholesome as a bride adorned for her husband.
Yet, strangely, they whisper, like some great thing were happening
And it couldn't have been predicted 3000 years ago.
It could have, actually... that's what they don't understand.
But still, like squirrels gone nuts in the forest,
They must scramble, and dig, and take cover and shelter
From a nonexistent storm.
Where was the terror, o Israel? There was none.
Yet, strange omens, and prophecies, and divinations---
I'd be far more frightened if I didn't see them.

Speaking with you, I've learned a few things.
You wish to have it all, but aren't wiling to give it.
You wish to be sexual, and make love
But only if you want it, but not your partner.
You think marriage is unsafe and affaire de coeurs are.
You'd rather go to where you will have nothing but
A little tickle on your citreous, than have actual love.
If you do have love, it's hidden and gate kept by you, and always 
Like a faucet, which you turn on and can also shut off at will.
You believe all family conflict is abuse, and that any inconvenience
Is a reason to leave a relationship---for you said relationships are about your happiness only.
You believe monogamy doesn't exist, and that people are destined to be like feral cats
Chasing one another in the streets.
Everything in your life is about chemicals, like a drug, but not anyone else's.
You're a major disappointment.
And probably the reason no one could find love or happiness for a while.

Take the instruments of a foolish shepherd.
Do not visit the weak; do not heal the broken;
Do not seek out the young; do not feed the one that stande'th still.
Have war in your hand and eye;
Darken your eyes, have a slack hand.
Eat the fat of the flock, and tear their claws so they can do nothing.
You are like Death.

I don't believe it's a conspiracy,
That Amos Miller's farm was taken---
Only a horde of lemmings running off a cliff
And that's not called suicide.
The teen who hears it, needs to be coddled
And the man thinks the King should have a right to sue
The pauper.
People cite facts which aren't true
And make webs of lies upon lies...
The web goes on and on
As people get radicalized by algorithms
And Nazis rule the world
Though they don't know they are.
People with beliefs identical to Hitler
Gate keep our knowledge,
And Plutarch and Pythagoras are wrong
So said the PhD.
And Hitler was a devoted Evangelical
Despite that not being the case--
Lemmings is what they all are
And you can't stop them
Without educating them.
Spooks scour the internet, looking for possible dangers
As they spy on me and you---
Why? They don't know...
They don't even know what they're protecting.
Black Rock spends a mint buying up all the properties
And so does China to pay off debts.
Students want loan forgiveness and reparations
Despite not having the foggiest clue how economics really works.
Faggots police the universities, and scour the internet for defectors in their milieu
And Republicans believe in a giant Lizard Pedophile ring
Which uses stem cells collected from children to do some unheard of thing.
Kris wants to beat them, but the old Sage knows only knowledge can.
Why did our thread get deleted?
Conspiracy? Or, are the FBI frightened they are the gestapo, and can't stop themselves?
They're complicit in mass starvation, and farmers being told to not farm their crop
Just like the Nazis before them, though they don't know they are.
No... the Christians are the Nazis, the Far Right Nationalists,
The Christian Nationalists,
But they don't actually know who the good guys are.
They're just moving on their migration, about to head over the hill.
And that's not suicide, because it might offend some gender queer.

The LORD, in His omniscient wisdom,
Muses over Horace, and though never will He be grey
Until the Millennial Kingdom,---the Jewish one, not the German--
He quaffs the berry from a cup, and feels the salubrious echoes
Of a little wine. The Silks are far away, and cannot cross the ocean in hordes,
Youth and Lovers fade and grow ugly,
The grey hair will grow on a hoary head,
And at the last, sit under the Mulberry Tree and quaff a glass of wine.
Christ drinks from the cup of wine, and eats the finest grain
Plucked from the farmer's field.
He luxuriously dines with prostitutes and tax collectors
Eating roasted beef and suckling lamb stew and tilapia 
Fire grilled, with cinnamon, ginger and mustard seed.
Roasted to perfection in an oven, and he eats vegetables salted
And seared in oils.
He enjoys His twelve friends, and His maiden entourage, 
Never getting drunk,  but still with the merry heart of meed
He drinks his cup of wine, for the vine satisfies the heart of man and God.
For all other pleasures grow dim, Christ knows, because He 
Gave Horus his muse, sex becomes gross, romance a dull passion
War and wisdom--for there is no more to learn about them
For all patterns repeat the same--are not to be mulled
Drink the wine at the feast, and taste the berry on your hummus and meat;
Recline with your old friends, and feel a platonic form of love
More precious than infatuation.
And drink a little, not to get drunk, but to feel a little social at the wine-gathering.