Without the rain and cloudy days, the earth would be scorched and dry. Without the sun, it would be dark and lifeless. Without the wind, without the snow, without fire and ice, we would not exist.

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Without the rain and cloudy days, the earth would be scorched and dry. Without the sun, it would be dark and lifeless. Without the wind, without the snow, without fire and ice, we would not exist.

In the shade of a thousand umbrellas, people sink further into the sand as they watch others play.

Friend, brother, sister, mom, dad, child. Six words with no meaning to an addict. Six words with real people behind them. Six words that would do anything to help. Six words, helpless to deliver.
We’ve been here before, humanity out of order. It happens every time we forget.
An evil tongue that once enslaved has twisted pretending to be a savior.
An evil tongue that speaks of utopia is building a home where there is no freedom.
An evil tongue seeks to protect you, for it is not evil. It is your tongue that must be silenced.

Summer nears, insects fly, as turtles line up on a log warmed by the sun.

From within, some seek peace only to find turmoil, their thoughts stolen by vice, their tranquility a charade.

Death is shocking; shells wither as spirits level up.
Evil has risen
Our country is in danger
Paul Harvey was right

PAUL HARVEY’S ‘IF I WERE THE DEVIL’ TRANSCRIPT – 1965
“If I were the devil … If I were the Prince of Darkness, I’d want to engulf the whole world in darkness. And I’d have a third of its real estate, and four-fifths of its population, but I wouldn’t be happy until I had seized the ripest apple on the tree — Thee. So I’d set about however necessary to take over the United States. I’d subvert the churches first — I’d begin with a campaign of whispers. With the wisdom of a serpent, I would whisper to you as I whispered to Eve: ‘Do as you please.
To the young, I would whisper that ‘The Bible is a myth.’ I would convince them that man created God instead of the other way around. I would confide that what’s bad is good, and what’s good is ‘square.’ And the old, I would teach to pray, after me, ‘Our Father, which art in Washington…
And then I’d get organized. I’d educate authors in how to make lurid literature exciting, so that anything else would appear dull and uninteresting. I’d threaten TV with dirtier movies and vice versa. I’d pedal narcotics to whom I could. I’d sell alcohol to ladies and gentlemen of distinction. I’d tranquilize the rest with pills.
If I were the devil I’d soon have families at war with themselves, churches at war with themselves, and nations at war with themselves; until each in its turn was consumed. And with promises of higher ratings I’d have mesmerizing media fanning the flames. If I were the devil I would encourage schools to refine young intellects, but neglect to discipline emotions — just let those run wild, until before you knew it, you’d have to have drug sniffing dogs and metal detectors at every schoolhouse door.
Within a decade I’d have prisons overflowing, I’d have judges promoting pornography — soon I could evict God from the courthouse, then from the schoolhouse, and then from the houses of Congress. And in His own churches I would substitute psychology for religion, and deify science. I would lure priests and pastors into misusing boys and girls, and church money. If I were the devil I’d make the symbols of Easter an egg and the symbol of Christmas a bottle.
If I were the devil I’d take from those who have, and give to those who want until I had killed the incentive of the ambitious.
And what do you bet I could get whole states to promote gambling as the way to get rich? I would caution against extremes and hard work in Patriotism, in moral conduct. I would convince the young that marriage is old-fashioned, that swinging is more fun, that what you see on the TV is the way to be. And thus, I could undress you in public, and I could lure you into bed with diseases for which there is no cure. In other words, if I were the devil I’d just keep right on doing what he’s doing.”
Paul Harvey, good day.
Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, cause and effect
Fifty stars about to be torn apart; by the Devil himself, they say, and I pray I don’t look in the mirror one day to see he is me.
