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This is what you get when you wage war against yourself for an empire that views you as nothing but a cog in a machine, a cog that's life is "nasty brutal and short." America, France and England declare war on Germany for not paying up their vigorish, they celebrate Dunkirk as victory and incinerate a million people in Dresden, they watch Schlender's List with tears in their eyes at the cinema? This is what you get when you call your Goddess a whore and her lover the devil. Why don't they cry out to Jesus, he'll save them, or maybe uncle Schlomo?

"Well, it's always been my nature

To take chances

My right hand drawing back

While my left hand advances

Where the current is strong

And the monkey dances

To the tune of a concertina

Blood dryin' in my yellow hair

As I go from shore to shore

I know what it is

That has drawn me to your door

But whatever could it be

Makes you think you seen me before?

Angelina

Oh, Angelina

Oh, Angelina

His eyes were two slits

Make any snake proud

With a face that any painter would paint

As he walked through the crowd

Worshipping a god with the body of a woman well endowed

And the head of a hyena

Do I need your permission

To turn the other cheek?

If you can read my mind

Why must I speak?

No, I have heard nothing

About the man that you seek

Angelina

Oh, Angelina

Oh, Angelina

In the valley of the giants

Where the stars and stripes explode

The peaches they were sweet

And the milk and honey flowed

I was only following instructions

When the judge sent me down the road

With your subpoena

When you cease to exist

Then who will you blame?

I've tried my best to love you

But I can not play this game

Your best friend and my worst enemy, is one and the same

Angelina

Oh, Angelina

Oh, Angelina

There's a black Mercedes rollin'

Through the combat zone

Your servants are half dead

You're down to the bone

Tell me, tall men, where would you like to be overthrown

In Jerusalem or Argentina?

She was stolen from her mother

When she was three days old

Now her vengeance has been satisfied

And her possessions have been sold

He's surrounded by God's angels

And she's wearin' a blindfold

But so are you, Angelina

Oh, Angelina

Oh, Angelina

I see pieces of men marching

Tryin' to take heaven by force

I can see the unknown rider

I can see the pale white horse

In God's truth name, tell me what you want

And you'll have it of course

Just step into the arena

Beat a path of retreat

Up them spiral staircases

Past the tree of smoke

Past the angel with four faces

Begging God for mercy

And weepin' in, in unholy places

Angelina

Oh, Angelina

Oh, Angelina

Oh, Angelina

(Oh-oh, Angelina)

(Oh-oh, Angelina)" - Bob Dylan

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Jack dont be like this... Hesus is coming, stay with us!!!

It is right about Zee Corner...

Honestly, I have no words anymore, on how to describe this sickness, madness of the mind that has fallen upon weak-minded.

The Devil is coming for them, not Jesus, but who am I to judge...everybody will get what they deserve.

What warrior prays to the god in the dress, I will not even mention the inability to move...drinking his blood, eating his flesh..insanity.

Great choice of the poem, and Ary if you are reading this thx for the YT link.

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