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Dälek - Blessed Are They Who Bash Your Children's Heads Against a Rock

What Malcolm X said when he got silenced by Elijah Mohammed was in fact true, America’s chickens…are coming home to roost.

We took this country by terror, away from the Sioux, the Apache, the Arowak, the Comanche, the Arapahoe, the Navajo.

Terrorism.

We took Africans from their country to build our way of ease and kept them enslaved and living in fear.

Terrorism.

We bombed Granada and killed innocent civilians, babies, non-military personnel.

We bombed the black civilian community of Panama with stealth bombers and killed unarmed teenagers and toddlers, pregnant mothers, and hardworking fathers.

We bombed Qaddafi’s home and killed his child.
Blessed are they who bash your children’s head against a rock.

We bombed Iraq.

We killed unarmed civilians trying to make a living.

We bombed a plant in Sudan to payback for the attack on our embassy, killed hundreds of hardworking people, mothers and fathers who left home to go that day not knowing that they would never get back home.

We bombed Hiroshima, we bombed Nagasaki, and we nuked far more than the thousands in New York and the Pentagon and we never batted an eye.

Pastor Jeremiah Wright

Apr 22

So bilious and saturnine, all in the noontime early.

Alasdair Roberts - So Bored Was I (Dark Triad)

Enthralled was I, so enthralled was I
as I walked the woods and the mountains high.
As I walked the woods and the mountains high
all in the mornin’ early.

Then coming from an urn nearby
I heard the sound of a baby cry.
And I paused a while and I gazed inside
the cry was mine, the babe was I.

I was bilious I was saturnine
as I walked from shrine to wayside shrine.
So bilious and saturnine
all in the noontime early.

Then coming from an old mash tun
I heard the sound of a young man come.
And I paused a while and I gazed inside
The come was mine, the man was I.

So bored was I so bored was I
I stifled yawns, I swallowed sighs.
As I strode mid tombs and sarcophagi
all in the evening gloomy.

Then coming from a broken throne
I heard the sound of an old man moan.
I paused a while and I gazed upon
The man was me the groan my own.

Then they moaned and came and cried
and raised their voices in Dark Triad
Saying the music of our tethered sphere
is only silence failing.
It’s mere distraction, mere veneer
while we wait the great unveiling.
Oh yes the music of our tethered sphere
is only silence failing.
Mere distraction, mere veneer
while we wait the great unveiling.

Dark Triad, Dark Triad, Dark Triad.

SPOILS; out May 4th