All The Wars

Could cease immediately

If they were not

So

God

Damned

Incredibly

Grotesquely

Fucking

Economically

Profitable



At what cost?




A few tortured people

Dozens of dismembered people

Plenty of paralyzed people

Many wounded people

A bevy of blinded people

And lots and lots of

A lot of dead people






Instigated by blind greed

Of a trilateral conspiracy

Made up of three groups

Flag manufacturers

Casket makers and

Grave diggers

All you have to do is

Follow the money to see

Who is pulling the strings and profiting

“I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know … that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not … I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut, it’s provable.

A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media.”

– Bill Hicks


Might as well be the flag manufacturers, casket makers and grave diggers. Who is to tell? Standing around a cauldron of hate, stirring the pot as to who from what era is supposed to occupy “Special” land.

It would not be surprising to discover that they too wrote one book, changed the names and places, myths and deities. Republished them respectfully as the Quran, Torah and Bible, to get the separated masses to quibble over which invisible man has bigger genitalia than the other two.

An argument lost in the sauce, as all are invisible in the first place. But then again, who is paying attention during a blood bath.


“Personally, I think it’s a bunch of shit. Well I mean, life is sacred? Who said so? God? Hey if you read history, you realize that God is one of the leading causes of death.

Has been for thousands of years. Hindus, Muslims, Jews, Christians, all taking turns killing each other because God told them it was a good idea.

The sword of God, the blood of the lamb, vengeance is mine, millions of dead motherfuckers, all because they gave the wrong answer to the God question.

‘You believe in God?’

‘No.’

*BANG* Dead.

‘You believe in God?’

‘Yes.’

‘You believe in my God?’

‘No.’

*Bang* Dead.

‘My God has a bigger dick than your God!’

That’s how it is, isn’t it?

Thousands of years, and all the best wars too, the bloodiest, most brutal wars fought all based on religious hatred, which is fine with me.

Anytime a bunch of holy people want to kill each other, I’m a happy guy.

But don’t be giving me all this shit about the sanctity of life. I mean, even if there were such a thing, I don’t think it’s something you can blame on God. No, you know where the sanctity of life came from?

We made it up!

You know why?

Cause we’re alive! Self-interest. Living people have a strong interest in promoting the idea that somehow life is sacred.

– George Carlin

Just not sacred enough to slow down long enough, that if everyone took off their hats, everybody would look like everyone else, as bipedal earthling artists, trying to make their way in / on the world, feed and love their family.

Still, far too many have been indoctrinated into various religious rhetoric, nationalism nonsense, territorial temerity, to think otherwise.

Back to the prohet profit part, deluding all the people paying for defensive weapons that get used to attack people including themselves. By the means of maybe, maybe not false flags, to expend the weapons so more “need” to be made.

Rolling that economic snowball down the desert hill. So weapons manufacturers all over the planet can get back into production, wasting valuable resources to kill people who could otherwise use affordable food and housing, clean drinking water and medical care. Stepping over themselves to cash in on the most profits, as quickly as possible, while also stepping over the hungry homeless person on the way to the bank.


“I write to expunge the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”


– Angelo Devlin




Just “Imagine”

“Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…. Aha-ah…

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace… You…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world… You…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one”

– John Lennon


“Blood Brothers”

“And if you’re taking a walk through the garden of life
What do you think you’d expect you would see?
Just like a mirror reflecting the moves of your life
And in the river reflections of me

Just for a second a glimpse of my father I see
And in a movement he beckons to me
And in a moment the memories are all that remain
And all the wounds are reopening again

We’re blood brothers, we’re blood brothers
We’re blood brothers, we’re blood brothers

And as you look all around at the world in dismay
What do you see, do you think we have learned?
Not if you’re taking a look at the war-torn affray
Out in the streets where the babies are burnt

(My edits)

We’re blood (sisters), we’re blood (mothers)
We’re blood (fathers) , we’re blood (daughters)
We’re blood (ranchers), we’re blood (farmers)
We’re blood (grandparents) , we’re blood (sons)

There are times when I feel I’m afraid for the world
There are times I’m ashamed of us all
When you’re floating on all the emotion you feel
And reflecting the good and the bad

Will we ever know what the answer to life really is?
Can you really tell me what life is?
Maybe all the things that you know that are precious to you
Could be swept away by fate’s own hand

We’re blood (accountants), we’re blood (pavers)
We’re blood (doctors), we’re blood (lawyers)
We’re blood (sailors), we’re blood (singers)
We’re blood (writers), we’re blood (drivers)

When you think that we’ve used all our chances
And the chance to make everything right
Keep on making the same old mistakes

Makes untipping the balance so easy
When we’re living our lives on the edge
Say a prayer on the book of the dead

We’re blood (builders) , we’re blood (contractors)
We’re blood (nurses), we’re blood (mechanics)
We’re blood (florists) , we’re blood (actors)
We’re blood (workers), we’re blood (clerks)

We’re blood (thirsters), we’re blood (drainers)
We’re blood (birthers), we’re blood (haters)
We’re blood (racists), we’re blood (transgenders)
We’re blood (sinners), we’re blood (angels)

And if you’re taking a walk through the garden of life”

– Iron Maiden