Imagine that you're an intelligent extraterrestrial, concerned only with verifiable truths. You discover a species that has divided itself into thousands - no, by now millions - of tribal groups holding an incredible variety of beliefs about the origin of the universe and the way to behave in it. Although many of them have ideas in common, even when there's 99% overlap, the remaining one percent's enough to set them killing and torturing each other, over trivial points of doctrine, utterly meaningless to outsiders. "How to account for such irrational behavior? Lucretius put the dot on i when he stated that religion was the by-product of fear - a reaction to a mysterious and often hostile universe. For much of human prehistory, it may have been a necessary evil - but why was it so much more evil than necessary - and why did it survive when it was no longer necessary?... Isn’t killing people in the name of god a pretty good definition of insanity?
quote by Arthur C. Clarke
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Evil,
Evil,
Evil is still lurking in me,
Thinking that evil is laced up,
Evil is all that I can perceive,
All thoughts in disguise,
Evil is a burden that keep's percolating,
But good hast to be done,
Evil is still in these eyes,
Taking in what man is planning,
Bombs and guns,
Profanity and lies,
Humanity,
Tell me villain is not bad or good,
Maybe it's the season,
Or where are we Heading?
When you play the Bursting and the Killing.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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The evil and the good
The things we call evil
Is evil only to us
As we don’t see it
In relation to the rest
Of the universe; so
It is not evil but good
In its own nature; hence
No evil is evil.
23.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Good Times Are Killing Me
MODEST MOUSE - The Good Times Are Killing Me
Album: Good News For People Who Love Bad News (2004)
The good times are killing me.
Here we go!
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads
who didn't like what I said.
The good times are killing me.
Jaws clenched tight we talked all night,
oh but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
Fed up with all that LSD.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
The good times are killing me.
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
The good times are killing me.
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.
The good times are killing me.
Get sucked in and stuck in late nights
with more folks that I don't know.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
song performed by by Modest Mouse
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Rainbow Coloured God
God gave us colours in our daily routine,
A clear blue sky the grass so green,
The colours of the mammals, all the life in the seas,
Our rainforest habitat they're all there to please.
Our colour's a gift which we can use and enjoy,
Yet it's also an issue we can use to destroy,
This subject is unique to the human race,
That we can judge another by the colour on their face.
Racism is prevalent wherever you travel,
It's a problem the scientists have failed to unravel,
We claim to love colour but that's strictly not true,
If you're the wrong shade there could be trouble for you.
We claim to be intelligent yet nuance is still used,
As a reason for hatred an excuse to be abused,
If only we could accept that we are what we are,
Racism would die we'd be on an equal par.
We must fight back or our cultures they'll smother,
There's no colour on earth is superior to another,
Under all our skins we're exactly the same,
We're all trying to survive in life's great game.
There are evil people who'll use our colour to fight,
They don't give a damn if they're wrong or right,
The only message they are trying to convey,
Is you'll do what you're told you do not have a say.
They claim their saviour inspires hostile intent,
That's a message that's certainly not heaven sent,
The good Lord above wants us all to believe,
These people are evil they are trying to deceive.
Religion and colour are attributes to cherish,
Treat them with contempt and we'll all surely perish,
Our creators teachings are of peace not war,
Killing and maiming we all know he'd abhor.
When the racists are judged they'll be held to account,
Those crimes they committed they will never surmount,
The God who presides over them what colour will he be,
What will he look like very soon they will see.
There's none of them know but they're in for a shock,
As they all stand silent to be judged in his dock,
From out of the shadows the good Lord did appear,
He said let me make it abundantly clear.
I created you in my image in different shades,
Your abuse of my colours now that's what really degrades,
The racists from every culture stood rooted and overawed,
for standing there in judgement was,
‘' A Rainbow Coloured God ‘'
The Good Times Are Killing Me
The good times are killing me.
Here we go!
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads
who didn't like what I said.
The good times are killing me.
Jaws clenched tight we talked all night,
oh but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
Fed up with all that LSD.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
The good times are killing me.
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
The good times are killing me.
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.
The good times are killing me.
Get sucked in and stuck in late nights
with more folks that I don't know.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
song performed by by Modest Mouse
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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So Many People
Where do you want to go?
Are you sure of the road that you're on?
Who do you want to be?
All I know is the world deserves to be free
Let's pretend we're staring from the moon
Love is not only for the human
Look at the world you know
Do you believe it will go on?
Where do you want to go?
The things we take will only last for so long
In the end you know it's up to you
Love is not only for the human
Oh man, we are so many people
Living different lives under turbulent times
Oh man, we don't know good from evil
Looking through our eyes is the burden of our lives
Say can we tell for sure
The North and South will keep their snow on?
Say can the Earth endure
Do you really believe we can go on?
In the end you know it's up to you
Love is not only for the human
Oh man, we are so many people
Living different lives under turbulent times
Oh man, we don't know good from evil
Looking through our eyes is the burden of our lives
In the end God is the Universe
And the Universe is you
song performed by by Simply Red
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Good one's smile evil cry
Evil live
Innocent die
On their flesh
Evil survive
Without them
They will also die
It is an irony
Evil survive
Sinless perish
Good keep on
Fighting
Knowing very well
One day they shall die
Evil keep smiling
Forgetting
When they die
To god they shall
Have to reply
Their place is in
Hell or heaven
Deeds they have done
Shall decide
God punishes evil
Good sent to heaven
Evil to hell
In the end
One thing is certain
Good one’s smile
Evil cry
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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You might imagine an uncharitable extraterrestrial observer looking down on our species... - with us excitedly chattering, "The Universe is created for us! We're at the center! Everything pays homage to us!" - and concluding that our pretensions are amusing, our aspirations pathetic, that this must be the planet of the idiots.
quote by Carl Sagan
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Fruit of Lascivious
Fruit of Lascivious
Let us again turn about from far reaching heaven
Where charmed performer fruits of lascivious are death makers;
Adam pushed of heaven, who wants to die going there then
I think you constantly like hell the universe.
Where charmed performer fruits of lascivious are death makers
Staying at that heaven without accord is meaningless
I think you constantly like hell the universe
I keep my head on your lap because of love ness.
Staying at that heaven without accord is meaningless
Chastised away from heaven the universe like hell
I keep my head on your lap because of love ness
Desire of love glorified brightened world as well.
Chastised away from heaven the universe like hell
Semen comes of making love makes arrangement of creation
Desire of love glorified brightened world as well.
Intimate friend of evil offer you thousands of salutation.
Semen comes of making love makes arrangement of creation
O! Human world want to be your dear is desire of every man
Intimate friend of evil offer you thousands of salutation
Let us again turn about from far reaching heaven.
poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
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The Law Maker
The horizon breaks, where a figure stands
Close your eyes and pray its a vision of gods command
Hes evil and mysterious
People fear his name
Hes not here for deliverance, no
Hes the lawmaker
He never speaks, but his task were told
To seek out souls of the sinners, hell trade for gold
Hes evil and mysterious
People fear his name
Hes not here for deliverance, no
Hes the lawmaker
Silver mountains wont save you from hell
The prince of darkness inside you will dwell
Oh your weakness your past
The lawmaker comes
Hes evil and mysterious
People fear his name
Hes not here for deliverance, no
Hes the lawmaker
Hes the lawmaker
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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while Jean is typing...
sometimes we want to talk to someone just to fill in the hours
but people want always to be taken special
and cannot appreciate this casual need
but no one is really special in this universe
it seems that each one is nothing but a speck
of dust
and this disappoints someone somewhere
who conceives the idea that
the universe needs him and that it would be
incomplete without him/her
we have wandered for a long time
we invent a universe
religion
we want to rationalized always our importance
i expect the truth
that after all these we are nothing
but a product only of
an evolution
without any significance at all
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Certain truths about human beings have never changed. We are tribal creatures in our very DNA; we have an instinctive preference for our own over others, for "in-groups" over "out-groups"; for hunter-gatherers, recognizing strangers as threats was a matter of life and death. We also invent myths and stories to give meaning to our common lives. Among those myths is the nation - stretching from the past into the future, providing meaning to our common lives in a way nothing else can. Strip those narratives away, or transform them too quickly, and humans will become disoriented. Most of us respond to radical changes in our lives, especially changes we haven’t chosen, with more fear than hope.
quote by Andrew Sullivan
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Their Little Existence
In ‘Mars Mystery' Graham Hancock represents
the sentiments of alternative scientists, though
he seems far from the lunatic fringe - he asks
the reader to imagine a dead universe with
only the earth as the last outpost of life since
both Mars and Venus have been killed, and
I sighed; happy to be free from complying with
such requests, this is where spiritualists are
worth their weight in gold
Whereas materialists, bless their lonely souls,
think of this as a dumb lifeless universe in which
only they, brilliant materialist thinkers, are alive
and intelligent - and the intricate, complicated
universe in which electricity, magnetism & radar
are used by animals - how exceedingly dumb,
n'est-ce pas - cannot keep anything safe and
so they already lament their own likely demise,
so dead universe will be dead forever
Spiritualists teach awareness exists everywhere,
sensory life is but a variation on the theme of
eternal, intelligent, benevolent consciousness
seeking to express itself; while the self-important
scientists gibber in fear of destruction thinking they
are the only example of self-aware existence; the
universe is an intelligent energy experimenting -
there is no dead, un-alive universe: ALL is life,
it is surprising that scientists
Can imagine their own lowly being as the be-all
and end-all of everything - how infinitely small
and limited their world - how fearful their
little existence…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The Soldiers View
The soldier in question
said the world
contains evil.
If it didn't contain evil
we wouldn't have to construct God
no evil no God.
I think.
No evil no wars
but this is not human
possibility we need entertain
because there will always
be evil.
There will always be war
because human beings
are aggressive animals.
These were his thoughts
friends you might agree
or choose not to agree
but the evidence points?
poem by Wayne Falconer
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It's Either Crime or Evil
It's either crime or evil...
Those choices that are picked.
Done by certain people...
Living in despair!
And exposed to wickedness.
This is not rare.
Nor is it today considered sick.
These are the lives some have to survive.
And polluted is the air where this exists.
It's crime or evil...
That teaches people,
A collected sum done will never be equal.
And with wishes to prevent this,
Are those enforced to sit through sequals.
Understanding no one cares.
Or there to spare them from paying the fare.
Anywhere!
Hopeless and alone...
Many struggle groaning on their own.
Living in towns and cities without pity.
With drooping heads from being unfed.
And devoid of a nourishment,
That will inspire or encourage them.
Moping on the streets,
With a lost dignity that is preached.
And sleeping without shelter,
Through storms of emotion...
That drains them of faith,
And meaningless devotion...
That brings and creates for them torment,
Burdened by heartache.
It is either crime or evil,
For the people living in despair.
It's either crime or evil,
With no one there who cares.
It is either crime or evil,
For the people living everywhere.
It's either crime or evil,
That clouds the Sun...
With stinging winds that chill,
From a darkness of wilfull behavior done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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ME, In Your Eyes
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I am the one can't be trusted,
I am the one who needs to be busted,
I am the one who causes trouble,
I am the one who has face that is doubled,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I always plan cunningly,
I always act deceivingly,
I always make you suffer,
I always deserve to face what's tougher,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I am the one who always ashames you,
I am the one who lacks satisfying you,
I am the one who struggles to be who,
I am the one who is lost in thou,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I never see good in you,
I never appreciate what you do,
I could never act as you want me to,
I am not as good as you want me to,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I never bless,
I make you live this freaking mess,
This is the only thing to confess,
I am evil in your pretty eyes…
Genocide
When they try to tell you knowledge is a dangerous thing
"it's such a dangerous thing"
The people that have it are the people that sin
And the people that need it are the people that can never win
"they can never win"
Let me get you out of here little broken wing
There are people round here that are right
There are people round here that like to sleep at night
There are people round here that go slow
There are people round here that don't kindly to the killing of the buffalo
When they tear up all the treaties and break up all the plans
"they break up all the plans"
Did you do your duty and kill on command?
Did you know the redman used to roam this land?
"he used to roam this land"
Now the souls of lost warriors blow across the sands
People round here they get it right
People round here we like to sleep at night
There are people round here that go slow
People round here that don't take kindly to the killing of the buffalo, oh no
So listen to my story and listen to it well
"you better listen well"
Listen to the glory of the gory details of the tale i tell
Did you know the redman very well?
"i used to know him well"
Did you know the hunting ground before it became a hell?
There are people round here that are right
There are people round here that like to sleep at night
There are people round here i don't know
There are people round here that don't take kindly to the killing of the buffalo
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing
The killing of the
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing
The killing
So listen to my story of genocide
How they were hunted and slaughtered till there was no place left to hide
Did you know the redman used to hold his head with pride?
Till every man, woman and child were destroyed
There are people round here that get it right
There are people round here that couldn't sleep at night
There are people round here i don't know
There are people round here that don't take kindly to the killing of the buffalo
There are people round here that understand
There are people round here that couldn't give a damn
There are people round here that go slow
There are people round here that don't take too kindly to the killing of the buffalo
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing
The killing of the
They're killing all the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing
They're killing all the
They're killing all the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing
The killing
The killing of the buffala-o
(repeat at random)
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Briefs 5
The Universe is neither good nor bad
Tho' many think it is.
Watched, the stars appear to move-
They do not, they sit still.
Men are beset by delusion:
It all seems a necessary evil
deeming this right and that wrong-
using one's own as a measure of another's anguish.
It would be comical were't not fatal.
The Universe is neither bad nor good
But we must scramble to make it so-
That being the eternal, conflictual task of humankind
That task distinguishing us from the animals.
The Universe is neither bad nor good.
What do you think? Talk amongst yourselves.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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War may sometimes be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary, it is always an evil, never a good. We will not learn how to live together in peace by killing each other's children.
quote by Jimmy Carter
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The Fear Within
What should I do?
What can I do?
When the fear within is killing me.
I cant sleep, I cant dream
I cant think, I cant scream
Because the fear within is killing me.
I feel like weeping for ever
I feel like sleeping for ever!
Because i feel the fear within will never die!
What is this fear?
Why is this fear?
And why is it killing me!
The fear spreads like cancer
But i cant find an answer
Why is the fear killing me!
The best thing i could do
And the last thing I should do
Is kill the fear before it killed me!
poem by Amit Gunji
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