Skip to comments.Nevermore War... The Pale Horse Comes
Posted on 10/21/2020 7:40:21 PM PDT by usar4me
What pain drives men to suffer the pangs of war... too, send their best and brightest to stand before the sword... too, bleed red the earth. Where comes this driving force and its counsel to war... to war, in our streets and back yards, where our children will reap of the steel of man's rain. Shall we not suffer long for such a reproach before God.... too, drive our swords into the very heart of our brothers? Where comes this silent killer to steal their innocence, to reap the tears of our daughters... and harvest the strength of our young men... War is not Civil so why call it civil war... War is not kind nor benevolent, it asks not whom it takes... it is death unleashed, a pale horse let loose upon a ripe field... It is a torrent, an unholy wind come to harvest our bitter nature. Why then do we boast of it, making heroes of our dead, building monuments to its cruelty? Some here would counsel it as a solution to the current divisions in our nation... others would embrace it as an expedient release for their fear and anger... while some calculate the profit in it. Many, a fool has engaged in the futility of war... where death is always victorious and peace soon finds itself once more at war... a never-ending cycle of man's inhumanity toward his brother. Let us find another route to settle our disputes... a better way to enjoy the fruit of the spirit and mankind's labor. For war knows only the bitter cold of the grave and the empty dreams of the dead. Let us no more brace our leaders with the counsels of war... put it asunder, never more to call upon the bugler's song, never more to hear the bark of cannon echo or the cry of men as they lay dying upon the blood-soaked Earth... of their father's heritage... Nevermore, war. By: Ronald A. Nelson COL. US Army (ret.) Let us solemnly consider the call to arms... let not fear counsel you nor anger become an ally. The next war will not be fought in foreign lands, it will not be vicariously viewed from your living rooms.... it will fill your halls and front yards with the violence of death unleashed... the Gray Horse of the apocalypse will run bridal deep in the blood of men... and it will all be performed in full Technicolor before the eyes of our children and grandchildren. Death will be no stranger and every depravity known to mankind will stock our families... Civil War... brother against brother is the worst of wars... pray it never finds a place in our current or future history.
This time, the revolution WILL be televised. (old song from Gil Scott Heron. “The Revolution Will Not be Televised”
Lots of typos and malapropisms.
What is best in life?
To crush your enemies, to see them driven before you and to hear the lamentations of their women.
There is a war on right now and it’s good versus evil. It will be settled in heaven.
Thats hard to read...
In the one week that he/she has been here, the posts of usar4me have been full of typos/grammatical errors. And he/she doesn’t seem to respond in any substantive way to anyone.
Maybe some sort of AI or bot?
Usually, though, they’re just lonely people who think they have special, unappreciated wisdom to give to the world; or bloggers trying to gin up hits :-)
(By this point, I’d expect ‘machine smarts’ to be doing somewhat better...)
Paragraphs are our friends.
#3. I’ll take all three, Alex!
Wouldn't mind, as long as it was responsive - and also amenable to an upgrade of its syntax-checking sub-routines.
Perhaps you can preview and correct this article
Long Grows The Shadow Of Tyranny... short the day for repentance
Posted by Ronald A. Nelson Col.USA (Ret) on May 12, 2020 at 2:50pm
Long Grows The Shadow Of Tyranny
Long grows the shadow of tyranny upon the land cold, the hand of the despot upon our liberty, falls. Who will stand, who will go, who will answer the call Whose blood, did pave the streets of liberty. We few, we few men, whose lives did bleed, cry out; come, stay the course true, and live in peace forever renewed Die not the cowards curse, make sure freedoms thirst
Can the bards of time so eloquently lift, their voices to cry give us liberty or give us death and not be heard? Can there be so few, yet in this land, too rally round the tree of liberty? Whose voice shall our children dance too or labor now; whose cheers of joy shall our wives great Will it be freemen or the slaves of a new plantation?
Were comes this cry for justice in our land of law Who is it, that has turned the servant of the people, too be their masters Call. Will justice be blind, in a land bartered by men, whose black robes so aptly hide their souls? Let the world know, that the law is the servant of the people, and the unjust judge will be overturned upon appeal, to a people True.
Woe to the tyrant whose eyes seize upon anothers life and property thinking to entice the wicked, to engage with him, as his appetite grows bold for more Until there is no more! Then, shall we hear the voice of the oppressed rise to heaven, and the Supreme Judge of the Land shall speak judgment upon the wicked.
Look up, for the day grows short and the sun soon sets; then, darkness will cover the wicked for a time and a season. But in the morning judgment comes, upon the wings of an angel, it comes. For, the tyrant shall not escape his end, it is certain; death’s curtain shall embrace him, tomorrow and tomorrow, with an eternity of sorrow. Greet now thy makers voice, with joy Rejoice for He alone, will bring a conclusion to this all With liberty, we shall break the bounds of the despots call with the voice of freedom, we shall rally all. Amen.
BY: RA Nelson
Col. US Army (Ret.)
I read it once before you posted it and you fixed the one typo I saw (Were/Where).
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