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The rules for targeted killing are as follows
The rules for targeted killing are as follows: Piss off Big Fist, and swing from the gallows! Do not mess with the National Security State Or Guantanamo will be your rotting fate. Do not try to hide from vigilante drones- … Continue reading
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The tail wags the dog
The tail wags the dog Right into my face. I growl and then snarl Get out of my place! Print Friendly
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Rama draws back his bow and lets go his arrow
Rama draws back his bow and lets go his arrow; O were it my Soul liberated from life’s sorrow! I long to incur that blessing full of such wrath That my valiant death kisses his feet with mirth. Ravana was … Continue reading
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Slow the spirit to burst into ardent flame
Slow the spirit to burst into ardent flame: We hem and haw about dying to our shame. We parade our rare and precious ego Like it were a must-see, brilliant show! Sodden and sodden is our dull ardor- Our courage … Continue reading
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The Yes-Men have arrived with rare gusto
The Yes-Men have arrived with rare gusto: O how the proud and pure vomit Jai Ho! These bhaktas deny the beloved God-man And celebrate a weird devotional scam! O how the tap of Brahma, Vishnu and Mahesh, Inspires the devout … Continue reading
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Long the night waiting for the Sun to rise
Long the night waiting for the Sun to rise; the heart longs to behold your flashing eyes. Meher is the name that consoles the heart: remembrance is our great avant-garde art! Age after age we yearn to kiss your feet; … Continue reading
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The Prophet smiles at all the warring tribes
The Prophet smiles at all the warring tribes, Even though ridiculed by their many jibes. Christ laughs at the crown of thorns on his head: Because of Mercy, he has only grace to shed. Majnun cried and cried for his … Continue reading
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Long and long for love
Long and long for love, Feed and feed the fire. Cry and cry his Name Until breath expires. Print Friendly
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She sighs past the door
She sighs past the door With caresses that wake; Sweet breath of dawn- My pure and naked Sheikh! Print Friendly
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In the old days, ponies were painted with color
In the old days, ponies were painted with color, And we met the quarry with vigorous valor. Now, we chase fast food burger in enameled car, And bravely parade our prowess with tattooed scar. In the old days, we lived … Continue reading
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