(Poem) Barrels And Bullets

 

In 632 it began with the deceiving of a man

Deceived by a snake wrapped in the sand as if a man

Hate rising, man against man, over and over again

God’s covenant was given to all of mankind

By being aloof with great ego’s mankind is blinded

 

 

To their brothers of the sand they hid the love of God’s Bride

For their love was not within being consumed in their pride

Through the centuries now for how many millions have died

For the love that was not given their brothers were driven away

To our brothers and sisters of  the sand hate kills the Soul of a man

By your love not given you drove them into the arms of the deceiver

 

 

For the black gold of the sand now is covered in red

Of all the innocent women, children, and men

The leaders of this world have sold their own souls

How many bullets does one barrel of black gold hold

That is one that I’m sure the great deceiver knows

 

 

Spearfish South Dakota: Great Sioux Nation: The Blood And The Gold

Spearfish Dakota and Blood

What an odd name, ye think of me

But for a lack of good or even bad luck

Maybe my name would be more renowned

In the books of our country’s history books

Black Hills Dakota, land of lore, gold and blood

Deadwood you know, Hickok lying in his own

Crazy Horse, the one who cried when bees touched his blood

The Seventh went down in history, their sins paid with their own

 

My feet have always been planted in the center of timber and gold

All around me is glory and fame and the dried blood of many

The great Sioux Nation and the tears that they paid

Not even the grade school books tell the truth of our story

Come visit Custer’s Last Stand they got what they deserved

Rapid City a main gateway to the great northwest

Four faces carved in stone, a true Rushmore Monument

I stand true to the blood sweat and tears who bore me

Of my name I am very proud though white men gave it

Sturgis now rumbles right next to me loud and proud

Spearfish South Dakota, Black Hills magic then and now

Barrels And Bullets

 

In 632 it began with the deceiving of a man

Deceived by a snake wrapped in the sand as if a man

Hate rising, man against man, over and over again

God’s covenant was given to all of mankind

By being aloof with great ego’s were blinded

To their brothers of the sand they hid the love of God’s Bride

For their love was not within being consumed in their pride

Through the centuries now for how many millions have the bells tolled

For the love that was not given their brothers away were driven

To our brothers and sisters of  the sand

By your love not given you drove them to the arms of the deceiver

For the black gold of the sand now is covered in red

Of all the innocent women, children, and men

The leaders of this world have sold their own souls

How many bullets does one barrel hold

That is one that I’m sure the great deceiver knows!

 

 

Naked Swimmer Gets His DING-A LING Hooked By Fisherman

(This article is courtesy of the Berlin Germany News Paper ‘The Local’)

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Naked swimmer hospitalized after angler hooks his penis

File photo: DPA

Naked swimmer hospitalized after angler hooks his penis

Published: 26 Aug 2016 17:01 GMT+02:00
Updated: 26 Aug 2016 17:01 GMT+02:00

At first the man thought he had just become tangled in some weeds, but when he looked down he noticed in horror that a fishing hook was tugging at the most sensitive part of his body, the Augsburger Allgemeine (AA) reports.

The man, who told the local paper he wished to keep his identity secret, is a regular at Augsburg’s Kaisersee, a popular bathing spot for naked swimmers.

He was doing the crawl with his head under the water when he felt the unpleasant sensation in his thighs – and only then did he notice that there was a fisherman on the shore.

After he shouted out his warning to the fisherman to hold still, he swam towards the angler’s position on the bank.

It was then that he realized the extent of the problem: the hook had pierced his penis and he was unable to remove it.

Using a knife which the fisherman had on hand, he cut the hook free from the line and proceeded to cycle home with his new body piercing hanging between his legs.

Back at his house he lowered himself into his car and drove the final stretch to the hospital emergency room.

“The doctor couldn’t hide the grin from his face,” the man told the AA.

Luckily though the medic was able to remove the hook from his genitals and treat the wound. The result was nothing more serious than a swimming and shower ban for a week.

But the fisherman reportedly expressed little sympathy for the swimmer’s plight.

“He told me it’s not an official swimming lake and that it’s his right to fish here and there are signs up to prove it,” the swimmer said.

He explained that he hadn’t seen the signs, but added: “From now on I’ll swim a bit further into the middle.”

It just goes to show that you never quite know what you’re going to get in a Bavarian lake. Sometimes it might be an unexpected body piercing, sometimes it might be a bite from a giant pigeon-eating fish… and sometimes it might be a bar of gold.

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Barrels And Bullets

 

In 632 it began with the deceiving of a man

Deceived by a snake wrapped in the sand as if a man

Hate rising, man against man, over and over again

God’s covenant was given to all of mankind

By being aloof with great ego’s were blinded

To their brothers of the sand they hid the love of God’s Bride

For their love was not within being consumed in their pride

Through the centuries now for how many millions have the bells tolled

For the love that was not given their brothers away were driven

To our brothers and sisters of  the sand

By your love not given you drove them to the arms of the deceiver

For the black gold of the sand now is covered in red

Of all the innocent women, children, and men

The leaders of this world have sold their own souls

How many bullets does one barrel hold

That is one that I’m sure the great deceiver knows!

 

 

Spearfish South Dakota: Great Sioux Nation: The Blood And The Gold

Spearfish Dakota and Blood

What an odd name, ye think of me

But for a lack of luck

Maybe my name would be more prevalent

In our country’s history books

Black Hills Dakota, land of lore, gold and blood

Deadwood you know, Hickok lying in his own

Crazy Horse, the one who cried when bees touched his blood

The Seventh went down in history, their sins paid with their own

My feet have always been planted in the center of timber and gold

All around me is glory and fame and the dried blood of many

The great Sioux Nation and the tears that they paid

Not even the grade school books tell the truth of our story

Come visit Custer’s Last Stand they got what they deserved

Rapid City a main gateway to the great northwest

Four faces carved in stone, a true Rushmore monument

I stand true to the blood sweat and tears who bore me

Of my name I am very proud though white men gave it

Sturgis now rumbles right next to me loud and proud

Spearfish South Dakota, Black Hills glory then and now!

Honest, Truthful American History

 

On old wooden leaky boats smaller than a rich mans toys

We all climbed in and to this new world we set our sails

There’s some that have joined us who are looking for gold and fame

Most came for the hope of land that they could till in their own name

 

Roanoke Island, Jamestown on the river off the Chesapeake Bay

To Plymouth by the Rock these old creaky boats found their way

Pushed, pulled and chased yet most whites came by their own will

Many really had no choice, poverty and the laws chased them away

 

This strange new world with all this lumber and open land to claim

An extension of Heaven to all white males this land lays in wait

Wait, who are these strange red faces, with arrows pointed our way

Indians, so-called by Captain Columbus and his misfit crews I think

 

America, with all these wide open spaces surely I can make my way

White male land owners ordained, we shall be from sea to shining sea

These Indians don’t matter there just good excuse to use our black powder

What our white mans diseases don’t wipe out we will turn into our slaves

 

America, Valhalla to all white males who have the guts, guns and gold to stay

Kill all the Indian Braves then turn all who are left breathing into our slaves

The Chinese aren’t white so we can use them like dogs to lay our steel highways

Then these Black Devils from Africa, they are only good for work, whips and chains

 

Why should we be forced to stop at our borders whether by land or by the seas

Canada to our north settled by the French so of course we have every right to invade

To our south we burst through their front door to Mexico City we rode without shame

Spanish, Mexicans and them damn Indians, if we killed them all who would care anyway

 

Our gold bought Alaska from those Russians so damn it, no war, we didn’t get to play

Then of course there were those primitive Hawaiians, not knowing what we had in store

With big guns and ships we invaded their Islands, killed half the men, imprisoned their Queen

Now their land is our land as we buried our flag in their sand, you know we always want more

 

Is it through ego or arrogance that why some of us don’t understand the outside world

Why do some roll their eyes and snicker when we say that peace and human rights are our stay

America, I do still believe that she is the best nation to ever give her people a somewhat honest chance

So don’t get angry when others see us different, just look at King George W., Obama and Guantanamo Bay.

 

 

 

 

Spearfish South Dakota: The Great Sioux Nation: The Blood And The Gold

 

Spearfish Dakota The Blood And The Gold

What an odd name, ye may think of me

Maybe my name would be more prevalent

In our country’s history books but for a lack of luck

Black Hills Dakota, land of lore, gold and blood

Deadwood you know, Hickok lying in a pool of his own

Crazy Horse, the one who cried when bees touched his blood

The Seventh went down in history, their sins paid with their own

My feet have always been planted in the center of timber and gold

All around me is glory and fame and the dried blood of many

The great Sioux Nation with the blood and tears that they paid

Not even the grade school books tell the truth of our story

Come visit Custer’s Last Stand they got what they deserved

Rapid City a main gateway to the great northwest

Four faces carved in stone, a true Rushmore monument

I stand true to the blood sweat and tears who bore me

Of my name I am very proud though white men gave it

Sturgis now rumbles right next to me loud and proud

Spearfish South Dakota, Black Hills magic then and now

Barrels For Bullets

 

In 632 it began with the King of deception deceiving of a man

Deceived by a Snake wrapped in the sand speaking our tongue

Hate rising, man against man, blood spilled, over and over again

God’s covenant was given to all of mankind to cherish and love

By being aloof with great ego’s we are now blinded, selfies in love

To their brothers of the sand the Royals hid the love of God’s Bride

For the Spirit of God was not within, being consumed in our lust and ego

Through the centuries now for how many millions have the bells tolled

For the love that was not given their brothers, none believing in adoption

To our brothers and sisters, you don’t even know whom you are sent to kill

Christians and Jews your aloofness drove them to the arms of the Deceiver

For the black gold under the sand now is covered in red flowing from men

Many leaders of this world sold their own souls just to advance a position

How many bullets, grenades and RPG’s does one barrel of this black gold hold

That is one that I’m sure the great Deceiver could give us a personal tally sheet

Poem Called: Give Me Gold

 

If Gold is our God, we shall never be in want

Gold always lets us lay down in pure pleasures

Gold floats us upon Lillie Pads in Crystal Waters

Gold always lets us shop in all the most Chic of places

Gold restores the fortunes of the weak, for its own name sake.

 

Even though we are welcome in the finest of Casinos and Royal Houses

We have nothing to fear with our linens threads of pure Gold to lay upon

Our Stocks, our Bonds, our Secure Boxes filled with Gold, it comfort us

Nothing like Gold to make our enemies to bow at our table if they want to eat

Gold Chalices anoint our hands we live in a life that over flows, because of Gold.

 

Purely Nature itself give Her blessings to us, as long as we are well supplied in Gold

All the days of our lives we deserve to live in pure luxury, we have the power of Gold

We can live in mansions made of pure Gold if we wish, aren’t we Demigods after all

Gold is our strength, why would anyone pity week-minded, the poor, the old, leaches

Gold is Eternal, if there is a god we will just put him in his place with a bribe a bit later.