On 11 Aug 2002 at 19:54, Blunderov wrote:
> Maybe this is the moment . Maybe this is the day;
> Maybe it has come to this, perhaps I'm going to say:
> Now that it has come to this, I must put harm in your way.
>
> Perhaps you will force me to conclude I have no other choice;
> Perhaps you will force me to hear no other voice,
> Perhaps you will force me to act upon my fear, perhaps I do not care
> How close your love is to you Or just how far away.
>
> Perhaps we need some killing
> If meaning is to serve.
>
> Perhaps there is no other way
> To activate the nerve.
>
> < Blunderov scuttles to the wings>
>
Cute li'l poem.
Perhaps we need some killing to convince all knees to bend
In dhimmitude to Allah, or else come to their end.
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