Tuesday 24 September 2013

...the cutlasses remain blunt

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If there is so much that we can do then why do we do too little as men? Is it that we have stopped believing or do we blame the imaginary forces against progress? I am because my parents were. Each person on this earth is part of the bigger picture, the ever growing network of people; the children of Adam!  I can only hold on to two hands during this short trip which, to me, has an unknown fate. In the end, all that matters is faith in the Lord of the man who split the moon.

If a man leaves his peaceful home to cause havoc in his neighbour’s home then his neighbour has the right to control + C the exact same havoc and control + V it where it came from. That is the law of retribution. Forgiveness is divine, man is but a slave to the Lord of the worlds. I had no say in the decision to create ‘me’ so why should my lips question the decree of God. I submit my limbs and heart to the service of the one who created you and everyone else that was and is.


Blood is red, skins are tender but the cutlasses remain blunt...