Stand Back. That tailwind behind me? That's the Wrath, the Wrath of G*d. No longer is this a word game. An elective existential puzzle.
You and Satan, want to make this an atomic battleground? So be it. So be it
TO CONQUER DEATH ONE ONLY HAS TO DIE
(JC SUPER/Andrew Lloyd Webber)
But that it were that easy, the big red Easy Button. Push it? And all of your problem's recede, are solved lickity split. Trade your life, for that of the Republic.
Me, I've flatlined half a dozen times, for minutes at at a time. Some twenty years ago. Before getting my first pacemaker (now on my third).
There is no tunnel. There is no white light. You are dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Over. Finished business. Done deal. Sayonara. Adios muchaco. You ain't ready? You ain't ready to die? That's fine. Step to the rear.
There is work to be done. Time is short. The Fourth Reich all too soon will reveal their full formal battle plan's. For the final formal end of the Republic. In order to keep their Fascist Police State. Now fully formed. Fully operational.
Whatever your place? Whatever your contribution? Be ready … yesterday. Active Wartime Footing Now.
Food, weapons, ammo. Don't trip over gravity. Be ready. No, you do not have to be on point. No, you don't have to lead the charge. But you better be ready.
FOR ANYTHING
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SATAN DOESN'T FIGHT FAIR. ARE YOU LISTENING?
Pick up the Flag
Or pick up the truncheon
It's in your hand's.
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