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January 21st, 2024 
Awake Goy 
In the deep dark of the wee morning hours-
Comes the vague memories of the assault towers-
Flaming arrows fired from the ramparts of walled cities fly-
The screams of battling men as swords finds bone and they die-
The dead march in columns towards the long past goal of triumph over foe-
The multitudes of strong belted men laid low-
Life after life the strife continues on towards the fleeting goal-
Bringing corruption and torment to that most precious treasure of all, the soul-
All to achieve the illusion of King of the hill for a day-
For this humanity has for countless times a terrible price had to pay-
Nature so sweet and beautiful by war is torn asunder-
In the deep dark night the thoughts come unbidden to wonder-
What price is worth the blood which stains mens souls and hands-
In the struggle for one man to try to be master of all the lands-
In the sleepless wee dark hours before the dawn generations of men from their graves rise to war again-
This endless contest of war which against humanity itself is a sin-
The mind denied the blessing of the forgetfulness of sleep seeks an answer an end to it all-
Before the uselessness of all the evil done for ambition and greed causes for humanity an eternal fall-
So long a time has humanity had to try to change from their primitive evil ways-
But their love of their physical selves over spiritual growth I fear will lead to the end of mankind’s days-
Such a waste of so much time and energy just to fail as a species-
In the end doomed souls loving to wallow in their own rancid feces-
For This so much pain sorrow blood and energy was expended over time-
Is the reason in the dark wee hours comes the troubling of the mind!
The Ole Dog!
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