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Don't pray for "SATAN" he might go away,
Pray for the other enemies and sinners,
and hope he does stay.
Don't follow the word the way it is written my friend,
Pick and choose how you use it so you feel you don't sin.
God and Satan have a battle and I let "them" play,
I pray for both of them to get along well one day.
Stanley V. Paskavich
081) "Relocation"
When the answers are done,
and there are no more questions,
they'll box up the earth and all her concessions.
Out in new galaxies the people will go,
forgetting this home seeking a show.
Some will travel by spaceships,
and some will use light.
In search of some conflict,
in which they can fight.
I wonder what illusions,
the next home will hold.
Will it have sunshine,
and valleys of gold.
It's terribly sad,
but this I must say,
man will start molding this new place to stay.
If it has mountains that reach to the sky,
and beautiful clouds pleasing the eye.
He'll chop down the mountains,
to get passage through.
The clouds will soon rain acid droplets and dew.
The suns and the moons will be clouded from sight,
from mans rearranging and lack of foresight.
16 Jan 2006

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