• Those Brief Moments - When Civilizations (Hang In The Balance) Are At S

    From LowRider44M@1:229/2 to All on Tuesday, November 14, 2017 04:39:10
    From: intraphase@gmail.com

    In a game played for trillions of years,
    certain moments are marked as turning points.

    When CIA tried to withhold the final 200 documents,
    from the JFK assassination and Trump forced them out,
    this civilization paused, sputtered and then resumed forward.

    Yeah, he is out there.
    He knows The Why & The How.
    A stitch in time saves nine.

    Twenty trillion dollars is what it cost your engines to solve a single riddle. Yet you always had every piece of the puzzle at your finger tips, minus The One.

    Ante up and shuffle the new deck.
    The warranty, rules card, hi joker and low joker stay in The Box.

    Same as it ever was.

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    The Winners Are Existent


    Precious Declaration - Collective Soul https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hFebAtN7hhk

    Hitched a ride to the peaceful side of town
    Then proceeded where thieves were no longer found
    Can't crash now I've been waiting for this
    Won't crash now I found some encouragement
    Precious declaration reads
    Yours is yours and mine you leave alone now
    Precious declaration says
    I believe all hope is dead no longer
    New meanings to the words I feed upon
    Wake within my veins elements of freedom
    Can't break now I've been living for this
    Won't break now I'm cleansed with hopefulness
    Precious declaration says
    Yours is yours and mine you leave alone now
    Precious declaration says
    I believe all hope is dead no longer
    Once I jumped through hoops of fire
    High and far as you required
    I was blind but now I see
    Salvation has discovered me

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    The Losers Are Not Existent

    Jokerman - Dylan
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1XSvsFgvWr0

    Standing on the waters casting your bread
    While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing
    Distant ships sailing into the mist
    You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing Freedom just around the corner for you
    But with the truth so far off, what good will it do?

    Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
    Bird fly high by the light of the moon
    Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

    So swiftly the sun sets in the sky
    You rise up and say goodbye to no one
    Fools rush in where angels fear to tread
    Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don’t show one
    Shedding off one more layer of skin
    Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within

    Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
    Bird fly high by the light of the moon
    Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

    You’re a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds
    Manipulator of crowds, you’re a dream twister
    You’re going to Sodom and Gomorrah
    But what do you care? Ain’t nobody there would want to marry your sister Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame
    You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name

    Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
    Bird fly high by the light of the moon
    Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

    Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy
    The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers
    In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed
    Michelangelo indeed could’ve carved out your features
    Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space
    Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face

    Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
    Bird fly high by the light of the moon
    Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

    Well, the rifleman’s stalking the sick and the lame
    Preacherman seeks the same, who’ll get there first is uncertain
    Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks
    Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain
    False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin
    Only a matter of time ’til night comes steppin’ in

    Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
    Bird fly high by the light of the moon
    Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

    It’s a shadowy world, skies are slippery grey
    A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet
    He’ll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat
    Take the motherless children off the street
    And place them at the feet of a harlot
    Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants
    Oh, Jokerman, you don’t show any response

    Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
    Bird fly high by the light of the moon
    Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

    --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05
    * Origin: www.darkrealms.ca (1:229/2)