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The Final Thought Printable Version PRINTABLE VERSION
by Timothy G. Branfalt Sr., Costa Rica Apr 7, 2009
Environment , Peace & Conflict   Poetry

  

The Final Thought Alas, days pass.
Our will, distraught.
Conquest is no more. There is no more score.
No dependence, with no forgiveness.
To what has been done to bring upon tears. But yet they will stop, in just a few short years.

The most intelligent of beings, of soul and might
has turned the world short of it's sight.
It has no more time to again begin,
Unless the deep of our souls spread life within
another dwelling, another spirit, another side.
A place in which the truly graciously good will ride.
Abide by no one, but from their own pure thought,
for there are no more pretences or means to be fought.

Keep in mind as you pass by each soul on your way
Keep mind of each heart that you touch with what you say.
Speak no more a lie, or threaten in vain,
for you have already sunk paradise deep into its pain.

When you arise with hope, and kindness to share
and only the best of the finest souls will be there.
You will find they're the ones you have known all along
that decided to stand with you and sing forth with song.

We have all taken our arms, our prejudice on crosses.
We have pleaded with human trash of which we've known as bosses.
We collide with the product of this leftover waste,
and in less than 10,000 years did this all in our haste.
To destroy mankind, first by taking our souls,
to destroy all the love that we buried in holes.
We killed without mercy, as we were told to,
but did not have to listen to those words sold out to.

Late be us now, as we reach for the end.
The backstretch, last turn, with no way to rescind
No way to make up for the errors of greed,
too late to find out this worth was of no need.

Take your last breath, deep, when you pass by
Stop and just a moment of thought, and only to cry
That this whole life was in vengeance and in hate and in sin
Do you think that He will want another like this to start again.
So take that last breath and remember all thoughts.
For That is all you can purchase is in that last Final thought.





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Timothy G. Branfalt Sr.


We are all within each other. When that is realized, our prejudice and communication interference will be that of telepathic communication. We will be one with each other and one with the world. These bodies are only temporary forms that keep us restricted from our own heavenly place.
It is only a temporary restriction, especially upon those who intend to use their "physical attributes" with just the selfish, social advancement of themselves.
If this world had started to gain acceptance and understanding of all problematic errors within, we may have been able to share these "advancements" with our brothers and sisters, who are NOW--not later--in danger, not from the immediate natural disasters, but of those that will not surrender the help they need to overcome their immediate handicaps.
The ones of unshared power with food, shelter, clothing, and then to add the militia.
The militia could have been justified, if its intentions were there for the less fortunate, not to take more from the unfortunate.
I live on my lifelong work of gathering a pension, which is paid back to me only due to many years of work. Others work hard, and see nothing. All I have to Always say is "Me casa, es Su casa!", Mucho Amore e "Pura Vida!"
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Hmmm...
Emperor Omorogiuwa Edionseri | Apr 24th, 2009
I'm speechless!

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