Another year has come to a close. It's a new year for all of us together. This is a time we as humans have set aside for forgiveness, let's not forget that going into the new year.
Peace, love, and justice. -Crake
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Showing posts with label Worst Posts. Show all posts
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
The Antichrist
For now, an aphorism.
Cyber-vigilantism is an Antichrist. If anything can be said to be an antichrist in this day in age, and the mere labeling of such calls the same immediacy and fear from the populace as the labels it gives it's own well-meaning adversaries, then it makes sense to call a spade a spade. The Antichrist is alive and well, and its name is the anti-pedophile group Perverted Justice. Its name is the vigilante group Absolute Zero.
Cyber-vigilantism is an Antichrist. If anything can be said to be an antichrist in this day in age, and the mere labeling of such calls the same immediacy and fear from the populace as the labels it gives it's own well-meaning adversaries, then it makes sense to call a spade a spade. The Antichrist is alive and well, and its name is the anti-pedophile group Perverted Justice. Its name is the vigilante group Absolute Zero.
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Monday, April 26, 2010
Come Gather Round (A Song)
I wrote this a few years back. It was published in an ezine in support of the cause. Please feel free to distribute it if it moves you as much as it does me. It's meant to uplift our spirit and resolve in most difficult times.
Come Gather Round
Come gather 'round--you loners and lovers and others
who're beaten in the streets and defeated by mothers
who've been breakin' us and takin' us and not givin' love
to the young cryin' and hidin' and playin' and sayin'...
"You just leave us be!"
They've been sighin' and lyin' and buyin' and tryin'
to trip us and trap us, hit us and slap us for bein' us,
and all but feeling free--
Come gather 'round--while the ink's are pressin'
and court's are messin' round and second guessin'
and tongues' professin' and hate repressin'
and stop confessin' and window dressin'...
Tell them we'll be free!
And that the world is reelin' and you're not stealin'
no child's feelin's or are concealin' no unappealin'
thoughts that make you be--
Come gather 'round--to light your candle and not
the scandal and fight the vandals and not mishandle
the child's will you love, and still be there to fill
and be ye filled and work to build a
better life for you and me!
And make it known that it's you who owns your love
that's real, that all you feel's not made to kneel
for all the world to see--
Come gather 'round--and keep on steady and at
the ready for the gangs and chains and those who fear
and keep out your ear for their lyin' and trashin' and
sighin' and bashin' and repressin' and guessin'...
From fear they won't be free.
And never stop goin' while your soul is slowin' or
age be showin' 'cause children keep growin', and never
stop knowin'...
Our Time is Soon to Be.
Come Gather Round
Come gather 'round--you loners and lovers and others
who're beaten in the streets and defeated by mothers
who've been breakin' us and takin' us and not givin' love
to the young cryin' and hidin' and playin' and sayin'...
"You just leave us be!"
They've been sighin' and lyin' and buyin' and tryin'
to trip us and trap us, hit us and slap us for bein' us,
and all but feeling free--
Come gather 'round--while the ink's are pressin'
and court's are messin' round and second guessin'
and tongues' professin' and hate repressin'
and stop confessin' and window dressin'...
Tell them we'll be free!
And that the world is reelin' and you're not stealin'
no child's feelin's or are concealin' no unappealin'
thoughts that make you be--
Come gather 'round--to light your candle and not
the scandal and fight the vandals and not mishandle
the child's will you love, and still be there to fill
and be ye filled and work to build a
better life for you and me!
And make it known that it's you who owns your love
that's real, that all you feel's not made to kneel
for all the world to see--
Come gather 'round--and keep on steady and at
the ready for the gangs and chains and those who fear
and keep out your ear for their lyin' and trashin' and
sighin' and bashin' and repressin' and guessin'...
From fear they won't be free.
And never stop goin' while your soul is slowin' or
age be showin' 'cause children keep growin', and never
stop knowin'...
Our Time is Soon to Be.
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