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do you ask the worms in the dirt to kneel before you? the ants in the grass? do you pull off the wings of the moth that flies away? is the beauty of creation best appreciated with the threat of destruction looming overhead? which is more beautiful? the doe that cannot see you or the doe running from the barrel of your gun? to god it's not the doe, it's the lamb the sacrificial lamb raised for destruction that he can watch every moment of it's sorry existence, running and playing in the fields, knowing that it will die at his hands that maybe it won't even be afraid when he takes it in his arms, because he's done it so many times that its parents will watch, unknowing, trusting and god will slaughter this lamb the way he's done so many times before, practiced hands carving flesh with a well-worn dagger, because god is a shepherd didn't you know? and we're his sheep. or god is a wolf, didn't you know? a wolf in shepherds clothes. practiced teeth carving into flesh with a well-worn smile

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i feel like my body is a monster baring it's teeth and i cannot be afraid because it frightens you

yes i know, it's sinking its teeth into me and i cannot control it and i know it's not me but i feel this overwhelming sense of guilt for this thing i cannot control because it frightens you

i try to speak with its teeth in my throat to tell you that it's fine that i'm not going to die but i cannot speak and it frightens you

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in the image of god

if you lean close to me, i'll give you a secret, clasped in my fist like a fly i caught it in church, buzzing next to the priest like a bumblebee chewing holes in the choir's song like a moth gnawing at the holy book like a termite you weren't born with sin inside you god burrowed into you, useless as a winter drone discarding his body in your heart because he had no space left for it in himself

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🔻Stop , please

Under the tent of hope

On a difficult journey, my family crossed seven stages of displacement, leaving behind a house that was nothing but rubble, and stories telling of pain and loss. A father is suffering under the burden of responsibility, a pregnant mother is waiting for her newborn in a tent, and grandfathers and grandmothers have no choice but to pray for their son and his family turns into a temporary home.

Hope was a name that carried within it a cry for survival, and a pulse of life that refused to be extinguished. In the midst of the harsh events, the family's home was demolished, leaving them with only a tent as a shelter. They faced difficult days, where feelings of fear and anxiety trumped feelings of safety ..

But, failure was not hope. Under these circumstances, family ties strengthened, and the strength of determination to face challenges increased. The father faced the hardship of basic family insurance, while the mother supported him with patience and new determination, waiting for her baby, who would become a symbol of hope.

A family's baby was born in a simple tent, becoming a symbol of continuing life. The family's belief in the meaning of hope will illuminate their path towards a better future. They made the discovery seven times, but they did not give up. Each time, their tent became a symbol of resilience and evil will ..

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Sometimes the media says “there are no words” to describe or justify horrific attacks on hospitals. Other times, the media has countless words to describe and justify horrific attacks on hospitals.

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Please save my family from the war in Gaza. . Please don't stop sharing my story and talking about their struggles. They were surrounded for three consecutive days under beatings and fire. There is no food or any of the necessities of life. From milk, diapers, or gas, they were displaced and lived in tents or rented a better room than tents. It was a great suffering. In recent days, we have lost a number of family members, and this has greatly affected their psychology. Please save my family and donate. You can save them. My children are in a miserable state of terror and fear. Make a post for them. They are beautiful. I cannot bear to lose any of them. I hope you will not get over this.

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Nuns and priests and holy men

The hands and eyes and mouths of god

Through which he takes the world and swallows it whole

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liberals (so called ideology of freedom and hope): what can we do :/ everything is bleak and sucks forever :///

communists (so called ideology of misery and doom): don't lose hope, don't lose faith, we will live to see a free world

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The hand that feeds

How brave of the dog To bite the hand that feeds To leave wounds in place of words To say I'm alive I am alive And I do not belong to you

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help

I scratch at the door Let me innnn pleaseeee

Please Please I'm scared

I want to be held I want to be close to you I don't want to be alone

I whine at the door

"Quiet!"

You shout at the door

What are you saying? What do you want? Why are you angry?

I don't know I don't know I don't know

I run my claws across your door

Because I'm afraid

And I want you to help me

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all dogs bite but,

"my dog doesn't bite" he latched his hand around the underside of my jaw pulling back my lips and showing my teeth "see? she's a sweetheart" he grabbed me by the scruff exposing my stomach "wouldn't hurt a fly" he laughed pushed me to the floor "see, she doesn't bite" all dogs bite, bite with their tails tucked between their legs bite with a snarl hiding in the backs of their throats behind a cry they cannot contain bite until their teeth are taken from them, bite until they find themselves at the wrong end of a gun all dogs bite, all dogs latch their jaws around the things they hate

all dogs bite, and they don't let go

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boys will be boys

god is a 10 year old boy in his backyard with a magnifying glass, burning ants he pours salt into his hand and sets snails upon it he pokes at roadkill with a stick he shoots at cats with a bb gun "boys will be boys"

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salt of the earth

my body is a garden i've tended it many years grown bushes and herbs and roses sown the seeds of wrath and hope and peace into it's earth fenced it in to keep it from leering rabbits and mud-pawed dogs found myself giving spare vegetables to neighbors and friends lately, as it's grown, the passing glances it receives have become less than passing the fences have turned to walls i find myself chasing away boys and men who climb upon them, daring to reach their hands into my herbs tangle their fists in my roses grin and whistle and laugh as they escape with the hard-earned, well-tended fruits of my labor lately i've found myself paranoid watching my garden carefully each day sitting with it, tending to it, mending the broken branches and bruised petals and although i'm there, gun in my hands, pepper spray at my waist, taser in my pocket i still find their salt upon my land nothing new will grow where they have been

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forsake me

if god is real he has forsaken me god has left me in the arms of his angels big, lovely, cuddly things with too many eyes, too many heads, too many teeth guardian angels they say i give them gifts, i love them dearly, i give them- i give i give i give i give i think i'm running dry pity, oh how they pity me a quick nod my way always there always there? ha, always there i think they're just doing their jobs they stick around me, clinging like a mother clings to her child only when god is watching though, only when eyes are upon them oh god oh god oh god please forsake me once more if you turn your sight from me long enough they'll admit it there aren't enough hours in the day days in the month months in the year years in the life of an angel not even god has the time for me if i took a tumble off a cliff a few too many pills a long walk off a short pier The water's nice this time of year, did you know? don't blame the angels just a moment they only looked away for a moment it was out of their control, beyond their reach, not in their job description

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Another Untitled Act Of god

Have You ever noticed a Creator, if They love something, truly They will place it in Their creations time and time again.

Little motifs, They love the sky, it will be there the moon, the sun, sunrise, sunset time and time again.

Could be anything, a trope, an action, a feeling They come back to describe time and time again.

So god, Our creator, if he does not love death, if he does not love suffering, tell Me, why does he place it in his Creation time and time again.

he grows ever more creative, ever more hungry to see it again again Again

in different ways, in different places, in stolen moments in humble silence We watch Our creator work pick up the brush, the pen, Us, in practiced hands Us, his canvas Us, with which he creates death, suffering, destruction in all his holiness We watch god, Our creator, destroy Us and We thank him for it

We write poems, make music, joyful noise We make paintings, and time, and space to thank him why do You create so much for someone who destroys you?

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to forget

oh god to be 14 years old again to sit on a porch next to you

while you puff a cigarette away from my face and make me laugh

oh god to be 14 again to forget over and over what a terrible person you are

because it's hard to remember when I'm here with you, watching you sip beer and laugh at my jokes oh god to be 14 years old again to be stupid, to be childish, to feel safe to forget the stink of beer and cigarettes to forget to forget to forget because it's so familiar

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an abusive man who protects his daughters is like a dog guarding its food he believes you too want to sink your teeth into her