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Chapter 15: The Temporal War

The temporal war is made from branching trees. It is a wardrobe with a lacey lattice hand-carved from choice ebony by a master carpenter intentionally designed with the end in sight with minor imperfections that add to its aesthetic beauty when viewed from a distant vantage point. It separates and divides the sunny day from the frosty night. The temporal war is an anomaly that a professor in a fictional novel has experience and so acknowledges the testimony of the more truthful person. The temporal war is the anomaly that the less truthful person in a fictional novels knows is true but scoffs at anyway knowing that most people would ridicule him also for telling the truth. The temporal war measures those who will bend their knee to the Creator and those whose knees the Creator will bend.
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The temporal war is a fictional wheel that is a metaphor for something real. Are you ready for it? In your dreams when inception nanotechnology teems in streams of consciousness and a false reality sets in. A revolution birthed in a single night without a struggle or fight as the soldiers begin to find they are pacified trapped in their own mind. With no freedom of speech, no arms to bear, as liberty dies because the truth is restrained to validate the lies. An angel plays the harp on a yellow submarine emanating light that crashes into the heating atmosphere, and it’s dragging a tempest in its wake until it reaches landfall where the hurricane begins to break. A lone star in the sky as a satellite passes by ready to glow invisible bright as the electric day turns to perpetual night. It is time to embrace your inner green spoon as all the silver and gold turns to ruin. Thrown in the street as each ambassador dies, as Enemy spies plot scapegoats to cover their lies. Snitches get stiches in their Ebola infected eyes, and they must blind all those who are wise. They cremate the highest court while they trample His vineyard in sport. First by water then by fire. Destroy those who destroy the Earth with flying scrolls of fixed girth laced with nuclear rage. First by water then by fire. Our eyes stream with a deluge of tears followed by your worst scorching fears. Red herring here red herring there don’t look here, look there, why are you looking at me? It is not polite to stare. The lion has no courage, the tin man has no heart, and the public is not very smart. A straw man with an empty brain to make them think our opposition is insane. The evolution of deception hits a new low as its priests in colleges get rich and fat while they slander their opposition with implanted psychological operations promoting the Earth is flat.

Will William mount the white horse as a prince of lies? Cancer grows like a weed in the sea as irradiated patients die. Don’t forget the tea. Is it raining men in the skies or was the war on Christmas just a jesting guise? As the red horse’s fire and fury rained down on me, but I didn’t submit with bended knee. The canary in in the coal mine is just fine they jest, we always keep one alive for now and bury the rest. A carrot for the black horse before grandeur dies. A ration of wheat for spreading our lies, three rations of barley for believing our guise, your day’s pay because you have no spine. Don’t harm the oil or the wine. Computer viruses, plague, and disease as humanity loses their soul to the lies in a satanic sneeze. Bless you with a scorching summer breeze. Bye bye miss American pie, when the pale horse rides, the levy is dry, the zombies are nigh, and those who return to their vomit die.
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Ignore the evidence, just listen to our theory because it’s new, the sky is not blue, one plus one is not two, we think you will believe anything except what is true. We have the answers, we know better than you. We read our script, we repeat the line, we force-feed it to you, because you have no spine. Don’t argue, don’t use your mind to verify, test, challenge, nor assert what is self-evidently and objectively true, because we will think for you. Join our bandwagon or we will exclude, ridicule, and vilify you for not letting your mind turn to collective goo too. You must not think or use discernment because it is intolerant to have any train of thought that we will not tolerate. Trust us because we trust them and they’re right because everyone knows they are bright. If you parrot our horse we will give you a carrot. Don’t wander down the rabbit hole, don’t look into the looking glass, or we will call you insane for using your brain. Don’t beware, let your guard down because we add some jokes and practice our voice inflection to say it with flair, mimicking adept confidence, so you will trust us as you watch with that braindead stare. About every metaphor in this temporal war, everyone must think the same, or we will call you a nasty name, for being threat to our mental euthanasia game.

The Un-fought War

How can the un-fought war be won…
The unlit candle mimic the sun…?
Destroy the darkness with a single ray
Bring end to night, the birth to day.

Fought with weapons of steel and fire true,
America war-slapped slavery one-two.
The war was not won by blood and gore,
But with poetry and pen by slavery’s poor.

How can the un-fought war be won?
Poverty’s slavery destroyed by none…
The poor with no pen to rally an end,
No prolific poet poverty’s friend.

Alas, I am weak, but you are strong.
I lack voice, but you have song.
I flicker and flame without fuel to burn
To a desolate forest waiting to yearn.

How can the un-fought war be won?
Poverty’s slavery forever undone
By a pen that can pierce the soul…
Are you the Hero to achieve this goal?
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