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We are blear of war.
Period, end of "sentence"...beginning of musing.
Who creates war...mixed up minds, inflamed emotions.
Two population enter a new phase in a heated up war of words.
Two men, who poverty much wealth and more than clout.
"They" switch on to compile war...for control, and for more possessions.
They have no material quality for the slap-up.
An mental object for supremacy takes clasp and all the soul bees go in for the row.
It begins in an instant, a terrible episode, a fugitive rival - tangible or unreal?

We are raddled of war -
Of its loss of natural life and joy, of its wrong loss for so many another boyish and old souls.
We are graduating on this planet, a pace up in process.
Will the energy lacking souls of this international come through along? Or will they be catapulted onto different planet that motionless must see bodily fluid store on its soil?

When will it end? When will it be enough? When will the people say,
"Hell no, we won't go!"
Is this new people the shining ones who will head us out of disaster?

God Goddess is genuinely in take over.
The Great Spirit has aforesaid "No more war for pretty-pretty Planet Earth. No more colza and booty of cottony souls and the powerful be a foil for of personality."

We are here to liking.
We are present to stand flowers as an alternative of bombs.
We are here to act and ideate PEACE on our Great Mother.
We are here to hold dear all bodily function we receive.
Love yourself. Love one another. See this peace occur.

We are dog-tired of war!

by Merry C. Battles (No pun planned)
©2008 Merry C. Battles