posted on Oct, 9 2009 @ 05:25 AM
Honestly how pathetic have we become. Stock piling dehydrated food,
get a backbone stand up and use your energy to try to change the world.
Instead of stockpiling crap that some gang of thugs will just come take from you. Your buying your salvation from the same facist system who is
scaring you into buying it. Be scared very scared you can do nothing to help others save your self. Dont worry about anyone else unless it benfits
you. If tptb exist they must read post like this and pee there pants laughing. Look at these cowardly little monkeys they deserve to be dominated.
So huddle and hide and pray for salvation while chewing on your dried food because all your water has gone bad. Not me I will be on the street with
anyone else who wants to stand against the long night. Hopefully people will wake up and we can regain are liberty as free men and women before we
let it slip away. So stop stock piling worth less food and start talking to everyone u know about how u feel about the society we have created.
Education and communication are are swords.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.