While All The While Still Singing "ROCK OF AGES''...
Thus...Once Again More Idiot America On Air With "Full Of Hot Air"
American Idiots Giving Themselves The Right To Run More Idiot Agenda Role.
In The Land Of The Free For All Surging Forth
Home Of The Bend Over & Bleed & Don't Ever Forget
To Take It Deeper Sacrifice For Their Bloody Cause...All...
In The Name Of Their Billion Dollar "Makes Them Richer Agenda!
So Welcome Once More There "Always Seemingly Kept Off Air"
Independent Centrist Green Gladiator Passionsword Arena Fans
To But
Once Again Have To See & Hear Idiot America On Air With "Full Of Hot Air"
American Idiots Giving Themselves The Right To Run More Idiot Agenda Role
And Telling Us That’s All There Is To Listen To…Their Mind F…
Run Of Rotten Roll By Their Rotten Nasty Roll Runners & Their Endless BullCrap!!!
So ARe Ya GoInG To ConTinuE To BelIeVe TheiR trAsH & Be AnothEr True...
"American Idiot"
GREEN DAY LYRICS
Don't want to be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new mania.
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.
Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along in the age of paranoia.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.
Don't wanna be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
It's calling out to idiot America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.
THAT....
Believe You Me...Take A Good Look At The
"Sacrifice For The Surge" Gasoline Prices Lately
Much More On The Way As We EX-aMINE
All The More On Air false Premise Agendas
That Will Only Lead To An Up-Coming Summer Of
Much Much More Tensions & Alienation...
So What Do Ya Want Now There Bush & Co. Plus…
(All You nasty Selfish Evil Republican Wanker Yankers & Fiendish Freak Friends)
Your Whole Ill-Fated Messed Up Badly Planned & Evilly Decided Faked War On Terror To Be Made Right Again With One Fateful, Quickly Thought Out To Save The Day As Well As Your Arses, Can We But Get It Right This Time Ill Fated "Surge Forth" Just For More Of Your Arrogant Selfish Selves...
What Do You Expect As Well As Evilly Demand From All Of Us This Time
Always Wanting More Pain For No Gain While You All Gain A Lot For Little Sacrifice Yourselves As Ya Steal -Plunder & Pilfer All...While Asking All For Endless More Sacrifices At Everyone Else’s Expense Except Your Own While Trying To Cover Up All Your Lies As Well As All Your Idiotic "Surge Forth" Gains At Others (Poor American Idiots) Grand Sacrifices & Loss...
Endless "SACRIFICES" For More Of Your Ill Fated "SURGES"...
All This Done Just To Not Only Cover Up The Real Deal Truth Is One Thing Through All Your Lies & Idiotic Evil Planned Out BullCrap But To Ask For More Sacrifice Out Of Desperation To Cover Up & Save Your Own Evil Arses Is Another...
Truth Thus Be In The ROCK OF AGES>>>THUS...
We All Warned Ya All Of all This UpComing Sacrifice & Surge Deal Many Months Ago...
You All Evily Sacrificed Many Right Here At Home As Well As Abroad
For Your Own Selfish Evil Ill Gotten Gains, While Surging Forth OverSeas Trying
To Evily Gain More for Yourselves At Many Others Divine Sacrifice & Expense...
Shame Shame Shame Forever Be Upon Thy Heads....
So All Must Now Repent...SING IT NOW All of you while coming clean now!!!
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, (Jesus who died on the cross)
Let me hide myself in Thee; (Please protect and guide me)
Let the water and the blood, (Water=baptism, blood=Atonement of Christ)
From Thy wounded side which flowed, (Jesus was speared while on the cross)
Be of sin the double cure; (Allow me to repent)
Save from wrath and make me pure. (Allow me to get to heaven, purify though repentance)
Not the labour of my hands (Nothing I could do would equal what Jesus did)
Can fulfil Thy law’s demands; (Could atone for all sin)
Could my zeal no respite know, (I wish my faith was pure)
Could my tears for ever flow, (I wish I was long suffering)
All for sin could not atone; (Could not save me from sin)
Thou must save, and Thou alone. (Only Jesus can save us)
While I draw this fleeting breath, (When I die)
When my eyelids close in death, (*) (When I die)
When I soar to worlds unknown, (When I rise to heaven)
See Thee on Thy judgement throne, (Finally meet God)
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, (Jesus who died on the cross)
Let me hide myself in Thee. (Please protect and guide me)
ROCK OF AGES Lyrics
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;
Save from wrath and make me pure.
Not the labour of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law’s demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, else I die.
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyelids close in death, (*)
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgement throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
(*) This line was originally ‘When my eye-strings break in death’.
So Again...SO CAREFUL AS YOU GO>>>
PROCEED WITH CAUTION>>>
THUS PREWARNED...
Give Me Liberty Or Give Me Death
Patrick Henry, March 23, 1775.
No man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed the House. But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen if, entertaining as I do opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely and without reserve. This is no time for ceremony. The questing before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at truth, and fulfill the great responsibility which we hold to God and our country. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my country, and of an act of disloyalty toward the Majesty of Heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.
Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it.
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House. Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation; the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it? Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves. Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne! In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free-- if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending--if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained--we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the God of hosts is all that is left us!
They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. The millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable--and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.
It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace-- but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Signed Just Sadly, Gladly and Tragically
At the PassionSwords Blades Edge!
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"Alone of Angels Death has no love for gifts,
Libation helps you not, nor sacrifice.
He has no altar, and hears no hymns;
From him alone Persuasion stands apart."
Aeschylus (525-465 B.C.) "Niobe"
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