Who has believed our report? And to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed?
Shooters on the bridge:
6.47: police get the call......
Nine minutes of shooting!
Who's the civilian with the balls?
Give them their glory, the truth doesn't lie...
Look at the footage, the man's a hero.
May the Lord grant him peace...
Now, leave it to the police..
10.47: our leader hits the stage: righteous indignation, outraged!
Hear we go!
Who writes the script?
Does anybody know?
All hearts are grieving.
Why is it so?
Down from the bridge, shotgun blazing..
Out jumps our hero, behind a car waiting...
Wrestlers the rifle from the cowards hand.
He stopped more slaughter, I have no doubt..
abc: hijabs are out.
Three cheers for your hero!
You did show the way...
Sickened souls:for them we pray.
Who can stop the madness?
Is there a way?
When evil has its way, in the hearts of men, retribution becomes a thing..
And all the world gets caught in it..
Deep divisions: spiritual rifts.
The stage is set: who is immoral?
I can't judge, I don't know.
But it looks to me like a real shit show..
Doesn't matter who's angle, the world's in a tangle..
And how do we know?
Is it the night of the fall?
Has the spell been cast?
The ramblings of a madman, who read it in the past.
Or was it in the future?
Who can tell...if you dig deep enough, well, it can all lead to hell.
But if you dig, them dig deeper; through the layers of shit; that murder loved ones, and steal kids..
To them be our slaves.
When we rise from the ashes; and conquer the grave.
There's no despair: the war is One.
We have the Father, through the Son.
Now, hear on earth, to win the battle:
The word is out.
So is the prattle.
Problem springs: internal:
Hearts festering in fright..
The times are now eternal:
Where is darkness?
Where is light?
Rip! Razz! Rattle!
Tear apart the prey..
The ramblings of a madman, on another tragic day.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Valiantstar, this is intense and disorienting in a way that feels intentional. The collision of faith, violence, media, and grief comes through as fractured and urgent. It’s a hard read, but a compelling one. Well done, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
They was a massacre today at Bondi Beach. Targets were Jewish families.
I may seem cold, but if I was hot, I would blow my top, and of coarse luke warm is just spittle
Thank you for always encouraging me.
Ah! Yes. I had actually not heard of it until a day or so after reading your poem. I was on vacation when I heard about it. How terribly awful and I am so sorry to hear of this. We in America are all too familiar with mass shootings and it sickens me to hear it happening anywhere. And I am not judging you as cold or anything else. Here in America, people have grown numb...and I think that might be the "lukewarm" spittle you correctly speak of. So, I totally concur. My heart and prayer is with you all, my friend! ❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹
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