I prefer the man who goes to church, disciplined in his work, to the one who brings disorder and chaos to society. This is how our country should be viewed.
Camelia Oprița (25 December 2019)
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Mask Of Fear
They say that fear is dreadful.
They say that fear destroys us.
They say that fear induces only pain.
They say that fear is horrifying.
These are what they say,
But I tell you,
All these are just the outer mask of fear.
A society is disciplined. Why?
‘cause we fear the law.
A child listens to his elders.
‘cause he fears them.
You listen to your loved ones.
But of course,
People would disagree that fear is responsible for it.
They say it’s the power of love,
They say it’s coz of our love for them.
But think!
Why should we listen to our loved ones?
Is it just coz we love them?
No. I say no,
Coz again it is out of fear that you do it,
But fear for what?
You fear that you’d make your love unhappy,
You fear that you’d lose your love.
Fear prevents chaos is a society,
If it wasn’t for our fear for the law,
Our lives would’ve been in chaos
So open your eyes,
Perceive the term fear with care,
Coz many of you’ve failed to see what is behind the mask of fear.
A mask, if taken away,
Shows that fear is a guide towards discipline and justice.
poem by Vivek Kartha
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Chaos
-ordo ob kao, order out of chaos, and the idea is that, uh, with the
Influence of powerful forces behind the scene, you can bring order out of the
Chaos that we see. we know, for instance, that much of the....
-...an eerie order underneath even chaos, as if the finger of god,, in order
And disorder, is always there....
-...i think he has nothing to support this. y-youre so full of it!
Aliens....protecting society how? chaos happens. theres too many people here...
Atlantique :
Gotta learn the way to turn
Hat over eye
Feeling dead more than alive
Give her something to rely on
One more time.
No one hears the sound
Fear is all around
Turn the music loud
No more lullaby.
No way in, no way out
Empty talk and tv shouts
Got to find the way around
No, you aint no lifer
In this town.
No one hears the sound
Fear is all around
Turn the music loud
No more lullaby.
Stop the beat, hear the sound
Time has come for you to speak
Your mind
Cant you hear the sound?
Chaos all around
Turn the music loud
No more lullaby
Dee-dee-dee x2
Learn to fly.
song performed by by Unkle
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Possibilities
I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love's concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms' fairy tales to the newspapers' front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven't mentioned here
to many things I've also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.
poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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Wicked (only on the European and Japanese edition)
Cataract blinding your eyes
To the violent design
Regenerating impending genocide
It's the dawn of decay
Mark the end of your days
Just another lost casualty of the times
The wicked will feed the chaos
Control and rule disorder
Disintegration's multiplying
Till there is no more bloodline
A future of neverending
Insane civil disorder
Free yourself from the red dawn
The time has come
Death's head shattering
Blow to the throat
At the end of the rope
Degeneration that follows into the fire
In a world gone insane
No one else left to blame
Your just another part of the collective vile
The wicked will feed the chaos
Control and rule disorder
Disintegration's multiplying
Till there is no more bloodline
A future of neverending
Insane civil disorder
Free yourself from the red dawn
The time is now
Era of total destruction has slowly begun
Yielding death none will survive
Order out of chaos the true will of the Beast
A life of desolation
Ten bleeding heats
One wicked mind
In spiritual sin
Their time is now
Era of total destruction has slowly begun
Yielding death none will survive
Order out of chaos the true will of the Beast
A life of desolation
Ten bleeding heats
One wicked mind
In spiritual sin
Their time is now
Famine
song performed by by Slayer from Diabolus In Musica
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I give away something up to $500 million a year throughout the world promoting Open Society. My foundations support people in the country who care about an open society. It's their work that I'm supporting. So it's not me doing it.
quote by George Soros
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In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.
Sex & The Church
Though the idea of compassion
Is said to be
The union of christ
And his bride, the christian
Its all very puzzling
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
And the church
And the church
All the great mystic religions
Put strong emphasis, on
Redeame this spiritual qualities
Of sex of sex
Chrstianity
Has been pretty modern
About sex
Of sex of sex of sex of sex
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex sex
I think there is a union
Between the flesh and the spirit
Its sex and the church
Sex and the church
All religions mother
Give me youre freedom of spirit
And the joys of the flesh
Of sex sex sex and the church
Give me youre freedom of spirit
And the joys of the flesh
Of sex sex sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
And the church
And the church
Sex sex
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex sex
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
And the church
And the church
Sex sex
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex sex
Sex
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex sex
song performed by by David Bowie
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Nature and Society Vavroovahana Patra
Silvery roses smile on the thorns beautifully;
Solitary innocent woman through worries attracts gaily.
Silence brings peace and pleasure;
Sanctity of society is a God’s altar.
Society smiles with a god environment;
Sisters, brothers, parents enchant with merriment.
Scientific inventions provide employment;
Students inspired with merriment.
Simplicity of woman attracts the travelers;
Shrine of God Shiva smiles in the lap of Nature.
Serenity of the altar allures devotees;
Saints meditate on God with delight.
Seasons come and go delightfully;
Spring brings enthusiason gaily.
Song of peasants brings affection;
Sacrifice of people beautify the creation.
Smiling face of woman brings pleasure;
Stream of love flows in a good society by the Director.
Sky of spring brings peace;
Society smiles with Divine Bliss.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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I'm interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that appears to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom.
quote by Jim Morrison
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Before abstraction everything is one, but one like chaos; after abstraction everything is united again, but this union is a free binding of autonomous, self-determined beings. Out of a mob a society has developed, chaos has been transformed into a manifold world.
quote by Novalis
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H.F. Verwoerd
Today you are seen
as the designer
of a beaconed off existence;
of rending, disorder and hatred
but as the leader of a country
you wanted to bring forth order from disorder,
give an own chance to everyone,
as separate cultural groups and entities.
Now your image, you insight
and wisdom is barren and destroyed,
while we are living in a hodgepodge way,
where the government is destroying
everything that is our own,
pulling the centre out of religion, language
and culture
and putting everything
into a big witches’ brewing pot
poem by Gert Strydom
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Undermine their pompous authority, reject their moral standards, make anarchy and disorder your trademarks. Cause as much chaos and disruption as possible but don't let them take you ALIVE.
quote by Sid Vicious
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Too little liberty brings stagnation and too much brings chaos.
quote by Bertrand Russell
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I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos-especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom... Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.
quote by Jim Morrison
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The Country Girl
The Country Girl reflects at last –
And well in her young days –
For she is learning very fast,
The worth of City ways.
The emptiness of Tailors men
The women’s paltry strife
The Sham of ‘Smart Society’
Compared with Country Life.
The novelty wore off at length,
And flattered at the Ball,
She things of one who has the strength
And brains above them all.
She things of men who Live and Work
For sweetheart and for wife.
And though it be as far as Bourke’
Are true to Country Life
poem by Henry Lawson
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How This Universe Ryhme So Well?
the beginning is chaos
so the end shall be, also chaos
there is no order, there is even
no beginning, there is no systematic ending
wanton is the conception and
disorder is the truth, not that this is what you see
today or tomorrow or yesterday they are all one
there is no space in between
yet you refuse to believe and you write
to please everyone and make them believe
in the pleasing personality of the world of
rhymes and clock ticking at the middle of the night
you perceive order and you organize the system
please yourself and then suddenly
tears fall on the letters and smother the print
of your orderly paper world
you suffuse anger on the pen
i ponder upon the blot and rethink what i think was always right
back to chaos, i ask how can you like the rhyme and the rhythm?
how can you ever live in this fantasy?
in my free verse, i say what i say, and life speaks to me
like i am life itself, and freed from hypocrisy, the truth gets in
jagged, rugged, and pulsating
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Theology, not morality, is the first business on the church's agenda of reform, and the church, not society, is the first target of divine criticism.
quote by Michael Horton
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The church, inserted and active in human society and in history, does not exist in order to exercise political power or to govern the society.
quote by Claudio Hummes
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Why Is There Anything At All?
WHY IS THERE ANYTHING AT ALL?
Why is there anything at all?
Why is the world the way it is and not some other way?
Why are their people?
Why am I alive now?
Why is it that one day I will no longer be here?
Why is it that one day there will no longer be life on earth?
Why is it that all will come in the end to disorder and chaos?
Why is there anything at all?
And why did God make it as it is and no other way?
And why did God need anything else but God?
And why is there this God who knows and intends and somehow is within and beyond Everything?
Why is their anything at all and everything at all and whatever God wants there to be, if God wants there to be?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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