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Jews do sadden meThe hazard
real rat master
Slithering through glass awaiting its prey, oh monster!
But a scream will outlast
Triumphant the eye glares
Retried it, babe sins gone from me
A people are plagued by hate
Constant persecution, then they started that execution
Massacres of one people
But alas! they will resist
Regain strength, through pity and greed they make men bleed
The people, kicked out of their land,
persecute a neighboring land, massacre them like they were once before
Do people never learn
The Zionist filth plagues this world
water of darknessThe lights went to a kingdom I wasn't able to reach. I could see a beautiful pink sky with a castle in the distance, I was flying in the air and I kept bouncing against an invisible boundary trying to breach it. Then a dark brick wall transpired in front of me. The sky turned black and I fell into black water. Nothing except blackness. then a hooded demon, towering to the skies tried to swallow me in a veal of darkness. I realized it did not matter where I go, what reality, my spirit will always exist. And I overcame fear and the darkness was broken. A forested path leading to a castle appeared before me. I crossed a bridge passed a giant crevice and zoomed into the castle. I began going through hallways, old and abandon hallways, until they turned into one long medal hallway I was flying down. I reached a door. I opened the door to find an empty room with red carpet. I took a step into the room and I fell out of this reality into darkness. I saw the light ahead. I chased it. As I met
America one day to dieThis track is not an attack upon the American people It is an attack upon the system within which they live Since 1945 the united states has attempted to Overthrow more than 50 foreign governments In the process the us has caused the end of life For several million people, and condemned many millions More to a live of agony and despair [Verse 1]The strength of your dreamin Prevents you from reason The American dream Only makes sense if you're sleepin Its just a cruel fantasy Their politics took my voice away But their music gave it back to me The land where the lumpen are consumed by consumption Killing themselves to shovel down food in abundance I guess a rapper from Britain is a rare voice America is capitalism on steroids Natives kept in casinos and reservations Displaced slaves never given reparations Take everything from Native Americans And wonder why I call it the racist experiment Afraid of your melanin The same as its ever been That ain't gonna change With the race of the pres
A respected lifeWith true love and care comes respect.
If you respect, love, and care for your god, your community, and neighbors, surely you will want to do right by them.
(Or atleast, not do wrong towards them)
How do we do this?
The answer is simple
These elements are the head of a pyramid of supreme good.
Through them root all good things like compassion, selflessness, good intentions, and all righteous things and actions.
You must eliminate all other negative emotions.
Why be sad?
Someone died? Surely you will see them again. This is just a moment in time. A moment, that will come, and then leave for the next to arrive. Then, you as well will pass away.
Why be so attached to what is mine?
Do we truly believe that because we work for a wage that will buy us an object of our desire, that object is now ours?
I say, Nothing is ours
The body we reside in does not belong to us,
The time we live on, does not belong to us,
The gifts we have from god do not belong
To those of NegativityYou of hate,
You of negativity, radiating from your heart,
I love you.
Please, come out of hate
Please, come out of fear
Please, know all can change
When I picture you
I don't just see your transgressions
For beauty is not just a partial truth,
Beauty is whole,
You're simply balanced out without proper equilibrium
Unity of mind and body
You must understand yourself and why you hate
Before you change that hate
Understand, you could never hurt the person you hate as much as you hurt yourself, through the projection of negativity.
It isn't as if, you can emit your hurt unto others.
Therefore surely, hate is obsolete
Nothing more then a mere redundancy
A flaw in nature
Through these texts,
Know my love is pure,
and true good intentions do not lead astray.
Feel the metta and try to undeFeel the metta and try to understand
Anger is from within
And those that project it
Only hurt themselves
So when you feel hate, it is only you that feels this emotion
Don't reciprocate the emotion they send
For you don't have to accept anger within
Hate and anger are from pain and lack of understanding
Everyone can love
Learn and don't be naive
Why even hate your own pain?
Be open and willing to experience
Just observe the sensations without reacting
Seven Types of Readers I Hate.1. The Woman-Child.
How to spot them: This is pretty obvious by the name- they are the Reader that acts like a child, usually when they're supposed to be at least in their teens or sometimes even vague "young adult" age. They typically have a really child-like way of speaking, usually making up really lame insults that the male they're paired up with will chuckle indulgently at. They tend to whine like a child, pout, stick out their tongue to signify annoyance, and generally play up the "cutesy" factor for all it's worth. They also can't seem to go two minutes without giggling, yelling or crying- and if they do cry, it usually is to make the male character cave in and do whatever she wants, after which she will miraculously stop crying.
Why they are annoying: Look, I'm not saying there aren't childish people out there, or even simply people who have bouts of acting like a child...but this Reader basically shouldn't be allowed out on their own. They act in a manner that would be irritat
Mirror/rorriM [(2p)Italy x Reader]
(2p)Italy x Reader
MENTION OF BLOOD, YOU ARE WARNED
What if someone you cared about was fake? Would you still love them?
I was at my study. I had just finished my (writing/work) for the day, and could take a break for awhile. I look at the clock to see emerald green numbers saying 8:10. I sighed. I wasted the day looking at all my working, on the day that is suppose to mean relaxation, which was Saturday. I finally get up from my desk chair, then stretched out my tight muscles, I haven't been using for the past twelve hours. Suddenly, the house phone started to ring. I bolted towards my bedroom-which was across the hall- and picked up the phone.
"Hello," I asked, clearly showing I was tired.
"Hey bella! I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me tonight?" Italy cheered. I groaned for a second, while rubbing my neck.
"Well Feli, I'm sorry bu-" I started but
One Night at Freddy's (H20 DeliriousXReader)
"Uggh my head" You groaned when you woke up to a headache. Sitting up you saw the flicker of dim lights and you were lying on a black and white tiled floor. Slowly you got up and noticed your friends, brother and boyfriend passed out on the ground around you. The friends you saw we're MiniLadd, Nogla, BasicallyIDoWrk, SoCloseToToast, Wildcat and Lui. You cocked an eyebrow when you saw your boyfriend Delirious and your brother Vanoss cuddling under the table.
"Mini wake up!" You hissed kicking him in the side lightly.
"Nooooooooo 5 more minutes" He whined turning over.
"Dude wake up now somethings not right" You said shaking him till he woke up.
"What?" He asked as you helped him up.
"Look around" You replied panicking slightly. Mini looked around and saw everyone was dressed like their avatars would wear and they were in a control room.
"Why are Delirious and Vanoss cuddling under a table?" Mini asked first.
"Why does it look like we're in the control room from Five Nights at Fre
...from the newsroom, breaking news! Elwood T. Bug VI, grandson and heir apparent of the now deceased former premier of Bugdom Elwood T. Bug IV, called for an urgent news conference about an hour ago. Fox news was first to arrive at the scene, and we now have for you the complete transcript. It reads:
Elwood T. Bug VI here. A few months ago my grandfather, Elwood T. Bug IV, delivered a warning message to a certain unspecified species whom we will now clearly identify as: humankind. Please note this quotation from said warning: "So here is the bottom line: A red line has been drawn - here, and no further! One more dead bug and all the bugs in the world will be called upon to unite against certain unsaid species," end quote! Apparently, this warning was not taken seriously, as reports have been arriving at my desk daily suggesting that bugs are still being squished, swatted, stepped on, sprayed with gawd knows what, set on fire, dun
Debbie On Ice“Hi! I’m Debbie Drummond and I’ve been nominated to take the ice bucket challenge!”
Debbie winked at the camera and tossed her coppery red hair as she spoke. She wore an oversized Baltimore Ravens home football jersey that stretched down to her bare knees, and a pair of matching purple flipflops. She bent slightly to dip her finger in a large, orange bucket on the grass next to her. “Brrr! It sure is cold!” she said, acting as cute and playful as a kitten.
“For this challenge, I’d like to nominate my friends Honey Hudson, Lori Guzman, Cheryl Stein, and Lyanna Tanner, and my wonderful assistant, Tienne Van, without whom I’d never get anything done! You girls are the greatest and I know you’ll be good sports and happily join in this fun way to raise money for a worthwhile charity.”
Debbie ripped open a twenty-pound bag of ice, which she shook into the bucket. “Now it’s
Die Probleme der NSA(Basierend auf einen wahren Artikel)
»Wir befinden uns heute in der Basis 51 irgendwo in Deutschland. Wo wir mit den deutschen Leiter der hieransässigen NSA reden Mister Ben Smith, dessen Namen wir aus Datenschutzgründen im Interview nicht nennen werden, stattdessen stellen wir ihn einfach als Mister Secret vor.
Herr Secret, vor welchen Herausforderungen wird die NSA gestellt?«
»Nun, als wir hier anfingen, wussten wir noch nicht wie viele Terroristen und Deutsche ihre Nachrichten codieren. Wir brauchen dafür extra ausgebildete Fachkräfte, die der amerikanischen Wirtschaft ein Vermögen kosten.«
»Können sie uns da einige Codierungen zeigen?«
»Natürlich. Hier sieh dir das an: „Bis später, Süße. LG“, wobei „LG“ für Lagerterroristenbombengarage steht.«
»Es könnte jedoch auch „liebe Grüße“ bedeuten.«
»Bist du etwa auch einer dieser H
Bad Luck Getup: Chapter 1Naruto grumbled as he stood outside the dressing room door, arms folded. “Oi, Kiba!” Naruto shouted, turning his head toward the door. “How much longer are ya gonna be?”
There was a shuffling of fabric from within the door, followed by a thoughtful grunt. “Eh, nah, that ain’t gonna work…” another young boy’s voice muttered from within, followed by more shuffling fabric. Louder, the voice addressed Naruto. “Just gimme a second…”
Naruto rolled his eyes. “A second? Kiba, by the time you’re done, it’s gonna be dark out!”
Kiba’s voice sputtered slightly. “Dark out—Naruto, it’s the freakin’ afternoon! You really think it’s gonna get dark anytime soon?”
Naruto glared at the door, his voice rising. “Well, the rate you’re going…I’d say probably, yeah!” Kiba growled in response, which quickly turned into a frustrated groan and mor
Blake walked into to Starbucks and walked up to order a coffee.
“Bree I hate it here...”
“Demi please it will take like five seconds”
He looked over at the two girls talking, they were cute and all but not really something he was into, actually he was trying to remember a boy from the other night he had red hair and he loved his onyx eyes but he couldn’t remember his name. Blake just sighed and once his order was ready he walked out.
“YOU!” Demi yelled
“ME!?” Blake said turning around
“you have a you tube channel!”
“YOU sing Anime openings! You can sing then in English and in Japanese....” Demi smooshed his cheeks, “I love your channel”
“um thanks...” Blake said “hope to see you around” then he left, he pulled out his phone and checked instagram. Nothing was really happening, he put his phone in his pocket.
“how the hell coul
Ye Olde FarmhouseThe listing online had our attention. “Farm house, built 1800. Updated kitchen and bathroom. New vinyl windows. $55,000.00” Since we were new to the housing market, and this would be the first house we saw, I'm sure our naive exuberance can be excused.
On finding the listing, my wife and I were ecstatic. The house was within our budget range, and seemed to have more than enough space. It listed three bedrooms, one bath, and a partial basement on a field stone foundation. My wife had asked what a field stone foundation was; I explained it was a foundation made from stones unearthed from the field as it was tilled.
Based on the listing, I imagined an old style home, perhaps spacious enough, but not too big. I was sure it had been maintained through the years, with some modifications for current amenities. Aside from maintenance, it was updated with newer windows (I was familiar with the type which would have been installed when the home was first built), and a remodeled kitch
Psychological disorders. The beauty.There, huddled by the fire lies my daughter. Seven years old. Perfect. Her name Is Gardenia. She is what makes me who I am. I can say with truth, she is what caused me to attain happiness. I am a single parent, age 28. The way she came to be is something I don't wish to recollect. But for your sake's I will. Let's just say it was a bachelor party with someone who I would say, is not the finest of beings. A part time meth addled stripper. Ah regrets. The court saw the female unfit to raise a child and for once the male was able to receive custody if he so wished. Which I did. Seven years and four months later here we are. Camping in the woods of Russia. I began building a shelter as my daughter sang to herself by the fire. Once accomplished, it was the latter part of the afternoon. The sky darkening, turning a purple blue. I arranged some lamb shank that was suspended over the fire by a metal rod to evenly cook. The meat sizzling as I did so. "Daddy, Why does wood smoke when it's on fir
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