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" The Aristocrat
The Devil is a gentleman, and asks you down to stay
At his little place at What'sitsname (it isn't far away).
They say the sport is splendid; there is always something new,
And fairy scenes, and fearful feats that none but he can do;
He can shoot the feathered cherubs if they fly on the estate,
Or fish for Father Neptune with the mermaids for a bait;
He scaled amid the staggering stars that precipice, the sky,
And blew his trumpet above heaven, and got by mastery
The starry crown of God Himself, and shoved it on the shelf;
But the Devil is a gentleman, and doesn't brag himself.
O blind your eyes and break your heart and hack your hand away,
And lose your love and shave your head; but do not go to stay
At the little place in What'sitsname where folks are rich and clever;
The golden and the goodly house, where things grow worse for ever;
There are things you need not know of, though you live and die in vain,
There are souls more sick of pleasure than you are sick of pain;
There is a game of April Fool that's played behind its door,
Where the fool remains for ever and the April comes no more,
Where the splendour of the daylight grows drearier than the dark,
And life droops like a vulture that once was such a lark:
And that is the Blue Devil that once was the Blue Bird;
For the Devil is a gentleman, and doesn't keep his word. "
― G.K. Chesterton , Collected Works Volume 10: Collected Poetry, Part 1
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" 8 Shortest stories, with beautiful meanings !(1) Those who had coins, enjoyed in the rain. Those who had notes, were busy looking for shelter.(2) Man and God both met somewhere. Both exclaimed, " My creator." (3) He asked, are you a Hindu or Muslim? The response came, " I am hungry" !(4) The fool didn't know it was impossible. So he did it.(5) " Wrong number," Said a familiar voice.(6) What if God asks you after you die, " So how was heaven?" (7) They told me that to make her fall in love I had to make her laugh. But every time she laughs, I am the one who falls in love." (8) We don't make friends anymore,..... We Add them nowadays. "
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" When did we revert back to sticks and shields,
Uniform uniforms, stylized agenda reveals,
Hiding behind glass with nods to our reflection,
Blocking out the light that sparked the deception?
Who do we see staring across the isle,
A path once for feet now stretched into miles,
Removed from our view to a place unseen,
Forcing poisonous venom through a flickering screen?
Where should we gather outside of the homes,
But a place for the masses to manifest from their phones,
The hatred and evil broadcasting the waves,
Telling you daily, “Elvis lives and Jesus saves”?
What could restart a flawed mental state,
Built on cause and guilt for an unfulfilled faith
In policy, redemption, a nation self aware,
Our values compressed and trapped in despair?
How can we rise with the odds in their favor,
Sedated once more, still waiting for a Savior
Willing to spare from thoughts profound?
Stand tall, my friends, when the fool comes around. "
― Ross Caligiuri