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We hear about conquistadors but not the men who did the scalpingWho blamed it on the natives as excuses to do more scalping.We hear of human sacrifice but not Jesuit mass murder.The military arm of the Church.The Word is the Sheepherder.
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I saw a witch in a ditch in a situation.Thought I’d help her out to rescue this silly nation.A witch has powers but someone had stoleHer broom. I assume, an agent or a mole.I gave her a ride in the passenger sideOf my old Chevrolet, in the dark that day.She smelled of oleander, I was…
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For y’all’s perusement amusement and even bemusement.
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Was running from the Cops one dayIn Brian Eno’s hood.I had no other place to goSo I ran through his woods.And ran up to the gated entrancePressing on the key.“I’m running from the Cops, Mr. Eno.Please come rescue me.”Minutes later he emerged.The sight was sort of odd.He said, “I’ll bore you all to death with…
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I have to practice silence.Not natural to me.I make so much damn noiseThat I can hardly seeThat I am not this person.I’m something that’s beyond.And nothing here can stopThe journey that I’m on.
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Don’t give in to fear, my dear.Fear will just confuse you.Bet on God, the odds are largeHe’ll never simply use you.If ever you think you have strayedOr forget the path’s divine.Remind yourself mentallyAnd let your own light shine.







