(14) The Terrorists

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Chapter 14: The Terrorists

The Terrorists are a witch, crafty in malicious guile. By her lies, she temporarily evades justice, and she smiles. She can run on for a long time, but sooner or later she is cut down. She smuggles the plans for a crystal ball from a future where her own destruction awaits, and she knows her time is short. She is playing a game of poker against the Creator where her hand looks good, but she knows she has the losing hand. He knows He has the winning hand, but she refuses to fold. She is bluffing and she knows it, but she shows her cards to the gullible to trick them into betting on her as she bets against them. She strokes their egos telling them that she is sharing with them deep mysteries, when they are the most ignorant pawns in their own destruction to elevate her as she climbs upon their backs. She lifts them up for a time only so that their inevitable fall will completely destroy them. She thrusts them downward to give herself an impulse rocketing her upward till gravity has its way. Her eyes stare greedy for gain, but the Teacher moves as she blinks. She can see everything except for the fact that she is insane. She looks in the mirror and sees her age. She attacks the mirror in fits of rage. As justice delays, her body decays, warning her of the inevitable consequences of her ways. She bends the will of the weak with perjury, lies, and doublespeak. She casts her spell far and wide until those in authority are in her bed on her side. She summons those she thinks she can manipulate, she retains those she can castrate, and she attempts to crush those who won’t capitulate. She calls her hosts friends, and they are thick as thieves until they get caught. They don’t mind when she deceives. As long as they are still getting theirs, they are content to close their eyes blind to the truth. She digs dirt on everyone around her with an envious green spoon, wrapping her serpent coils around their necks, and she wrecks anyone whose thoughts make her uncomfortable. Her actions are erratic, and she projects her misconduct upon her victims. Her corrupt power, overreaching authority, fraudulent wealth, superficial connections, and false reputation are Horcruxes that have been exposed by the Teacher. She strikes like a cornered black widow spider in fear, sensing that she is now visible and vulnerable to the final blows the boot of justice will squash her with. Justice delays with a dry-eyed drought as the terrorists destroy the lives of the poor in egregious ways.
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Dry-Eyed Drought

Where are my tears, stream soaked eyes? To answer their wanton
watery cries Where are my scruples…stolen in the night?
Drought parched pupils, fading sight…

Where are our lovers… loving in sight? No warmth for Them…
They feel the blight. Where are our healers… healing the right?
Their wounded untreated bleed through the night.

Where are our thinkers... thinking they’re bright? Their brilliant
surviving would increase our light. Where are our artists…
sketching delight? They need our works to bring Them in sight.

Where are our wealthy… spending on trite? Their lives are
Priceless, profit you might. Where is our power… purpose sin sight?
Their cause is worthy, use power for right.

Where are our warriors…wilting in the night? Failing to assemble,
failing to fight. Where are our leaders… leading sin sight?
Failing to see, blind to the light.

Where are my tears, stream soaked eyes? To answer their wanton
watery cries Fetch me scruples…stolen in the night.
Drought parched pupils, a fading sight!
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