Sand And Steel

As a young womans young man

2010-11-15T20:35:00.000-08:00

As a young womans young man goes off to Afghanistan

Serve well

Keep your head down when necessary
And always watch their hands
Security is the watch word
And becareful of even what you think

You understand

Guard your brothers back
Persevere and follow through
And know that when you go
You take our heart and soul

With you

Neils
9:53 pm
11/07/2010
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transcribed this time
110:36 pm
11/15/2010

N...again

Death

2010-11-15T20:12:00.000-08:00

Death to the enemy
Let it be swift and fast
Let it be relentless
Let this battle be their last

Let them bleed out
Bleed out on the ground
Let the world explode around them
Let the thunder take them down

Hail to the blue skys
Hail to the fields of green
If not words
Let weapons say what we mean

You will not attack our innocents
Without a pay back comin hard
We will come sweeping in
And leave on your chest

The Ace of Spakes
Our card

Neils
7:40 pm
11/15/2010
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-f1cwycSWq0
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transcribed this time
10:13 pm
11/15/2010

N...again

That's a motherfucker

2009-02-05T19:31:00.000-08:00

Some motherfuckers you'll live for
Some motherfuckers you'll die for
Some motherfuckers tell it like it is
Some motherfuckers are truly hard corp

Some men lead from the front
Some men stand and man up
Some men go out lookin to kill
And eliminate the corrupt

Some men lead by example
Some men get the job done
Some men are my blood brothers
And I can damn sure tell which ones

Neils
9:18 pm
02/05/2009
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transcribed this time
and written upon watching this clip

http://minx.cc/?post=282401

N.....again

Young Men

2007-06-30T21:21:00.000-07:00

Young men steppin to the line

Young men giving of their sacred time
Young men digging down hard and deep
We're talkin here about the dangerous kind
Who guard each others back when it's

Necessary to eat or sleep

Young men who go out on patrol
Who go out in all that dirt and dust
Who go out amongst the killers
And have to figure out who to trust

Young men with their rifles
With their honor bravado and knives
Young men livin it wide wide open
Because at the edge of death is where

Yes..
You feel the most alive

Neils
11:19 pm
06/30/2007
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transcribed this time
11:22 pm
06/30/2007

N.....again

I Support The Troops

2006-12-26T19:46:00.000-08:00

I Support The Troops
Is not just a bumper sticker

Is not just a phrase
Or a way to cover a fake flake
Poser’s position now- a- days

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I support their mission
I support their heart and soul
Through the numbing boredom
Or the explosive moments

Calling on them to be bold

I support their letters
Their deeds actions work and sweat
I support them without reserve
I support them without regret

I admire their training
And their dark humor too
I support their initiative
And their willful perseverance

To follow through

I want the very best for them
I want their enemies in the ground
Whether with 223’s 308’s At-4’s
Or a Wart Hog’s 30 mm gun bearing down

I want their flanks protected
I want enemy supply shipments ceased
I want the enemy’s support system crushed
I want the violent crazies greased

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I Support The Troops
Is not just a bumper sticker

Is not just a phrase
Or a way to cover a fake flake
Poser’s position now- a- days

********

I support their lives
I support their dreams
I support them totally completely
And with out reserve

And I always say
Exactly what I mean

Neils
9:11 pm
12/26/2006
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transcribed this time
9:46 pm
12/26/2006

N.....again

It was in our life

2006-06-10T09:24:00.000-07:00

It was in our life
It was in our times
That some came forward
And stepped to the line

With courage and bravery
And sometimes a gentle hand
And experienced experiences
Almost impossible to understand

But you can see it in
Their hearts their guts and steel
They did it everyday all the way
They did it for real

It was in our life
It was in our time
That some by their deeds
Did honor define

Neils
11:16 am
06/10/2006
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transcribed this time
11:21 am
06/10/2006

N....again

How about

2006-06-02T13:58:00.000-07:00

How about a go in the mud pit

How about a go with the pugil sticks
How about a go with some hand to hand
How about a 6 mile 30 lb ruk sack run
How about wearing the boots of a man

What about some shooting
What about some repelling gear
What about some hard corp training
And pushin past limits and fear

How about some brotherhood
How about taking and passing a real test
One that measures you hard and deep
One that asks of you your very best

What about some tiredness that goes
All the way down into the bones
How about some shared stories over chow
About who you love back home

How about seeing the kind of loyalty
That signs up for a second tour
How about that belief in a pride and purpose
That is worthy of what it takes to endure

How about that Eagle Globe and Anchor
How about those straight up and down young men
Those that walk, ride on and in the tanks
And know that upon one another they can depend

How about those guys

Neils
3:49 pm
06/02/2006

Tribute

2005-02-26T07:51:00.000-08:00

When you see them there

In that golden sun
Doing the job
That must get done

When you see them there
When they laugh and smile
Or are sitting exhausted
After some hard covered miles

You can't help but love them
Your heart leaps up in your chest
And you know without a doubt
You're looking at America's best

When you see their humor
Their bravery their suffering and pain
Some mother child wife husband brother
Somewhere knows their individual names

But mostly we know them as the Army
The Air Force The Navy and The Marines
Mostly we stand quietly humble knowing
Where they are and what they've seen

Neils
9:46 am
02/26/2005
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transcribed this time
9:52 am
02/26/2005

A crock o dial tears

2005-02-19T21:42:00.000-08:00

A crock o dial tears
and other wrong numbers

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All the fake people
Gather

And give their fake concern
As if there's only some tragic lesson
For the rest of us to learn

Who do not have their gifts
Their light into strategic insight
That it is always only loss
When America enters a fight

America is always making a mistake
America is always wrong
And we're just the mean ol bully
Flexin muscle to prove we're strong

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Or then there's always someplace else
That's just as bad or worse
Like if we never ever made a move
We wouldn't end up in a hearse

All the fake people
Gather

And shed their politically motivated tears
And mix them in with their reservations
Second guessing and narcissistic fears

They love to be against
While saying they support the troops
Like that doesn't ring out hollow and
Come out smelling like day ol dog poop

What a bunch of sanctimonious twits
How low can you go
Feeding off the blood of brave men
Like that somehow proves they know

But they only listen to what they want
What backs up what they already believe
It seems they have a mask for everything
They've even got this one to show they grieve

It always comes back to them
Because that's what they're all about
The nattering naybobs of negativity
Sowing their seeds of doubt

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They love to be against
While saying they support the troops
Like that doesn't ring out hollow and
Come out smelling like day ol dog poop

Neils
8:14 pm
08/03/2003
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transcribed this time
11:43 pm
02/19/2005

Comments

2005-02-17T07:57:00.000-08:00

Comments on the:

After reports
From the offices of the
Arm Chair Generals rooms

Subject:

Iraq

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It's hard to argue with success
But yet....

Worry worry worry
Pick pick pick
Everything's not perfect
Everything's not quick

Sigh sigh sigh
Heavy is the world
For the ultra sensitive
All up in a whirl

Who lie about Afghanistan
For they have not been left alone
But I guess it's a rat's nature
To go pokin around in bones

Like strategy is only found
Lookin over yesterday
Without taking in now and
Tommorrow in anything you say

And that does include killing
The enemy anytime and anywhere
Or is everything all up there
In that aerodite rarified air

Hey our guys won
Hooray for them and their guts
I say Congratulations for kickin
All the torture supporters butts

Yippie Kie Yea mother truckers
Way to turn them to dust
And topple a regime that was
Built on fear murder and distrust

Atta boys all around
For workin like an efficient team
Sometimes you gotta kick doors open
To let in Freedom's dream

Neils
7:56 pm
05/03/2003
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no disparagement meant
whatsoever to real rats
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transcribed this time
9:58 am
02/17/2005

This is not about words

2005-02-15T21:50:00.000-08:00

This is not about words

This is about blood
Not soft pleasant conversations
With differing points of view
This is about men who are willing
To stand up

Are willing to do what they must do

This is not about words

This is about life and death
Not plausibly explainable demoralizations
With vanity at its base
This is about sacred sacrifice
And reverence being the first response

When in the presence of guts and grace

Neils
11:20 pm
12/06/2004
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transcribed this time
11:15 pm
02/15/2005

Let us speak of the bravery

2005-02-07T18:25:00.000-08:00

Let us speak of the bravery

Of the young men
Over there is the dirt brown streets
Who go out to face the dangers
Of every stranger they passingly meet

Let us speak of the sacrifice

Of what it means
To go searching from room to room
Whether it be beneath a blazing sky
Or the dark of night without a moon

Let us speak of their contributions

Their sweat adrenaline and drive
Their moving together as a team
Let us remember their families
Their love and courage to

Dare to dream

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Let us never forget the dead

The wounded and the achingly tired
For this is not some silly game
There is truly glory in their story
But it does not come without

The cost of pain

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Let us follow through
On their welfare and well being
Let us welcome them home this time
Let us let it be our hearts they are seeing

Neils
8:21 pm
02/07/2005

Do not

2005-02-05T11:04:00.000-08:00

Do not put my younger brothers

Lives on the line
With an endless diplomatic dance
Do not waltz with insincerity
To the tune being played by France

Do not wait till the heat
Plays into this deadly scene
While some obstructionist claims
To not know what something means

Do not wear our soldiers down
With recreated Paris Peace talks
And petty arguing about how long
To take meanderingly meanless walks

Do not put them in harms way
And leave them hanging there
Because somebody needs a croissant
Or he's not being treated fair

Do not let one good mans life
Be needlessly taken away
Tryin to please somebody
Who doesn't seem to care anyway

Do not let strong momentum
Be ground to a halt
By those who love to bicker
And pick at who's at fault

To get what they want
Or to hide what they did
Not everything is an auction block

Our warriors souls are not....up for bid

Neils
11:25 pm
03/14/2003
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transcribed this time
1:05 pm
02/05/2005
*
Obviously by this time line
you can see this was written before
the greatist armoured advance in
the history of modern warfare
and those amazingly courageous
and inspirational "Thunder Runs".

And oh yeah that food for oil scandal thing.
Now but only the willful fools know why all the stall.

N.....again

It's fun to shoot some people

2005-02-03T19:42:00.000-08:00

Who counsels who
On how to talk the talk
I'll still take the guy
Who walks the walk

Because

It is a hoot to shoot some people
To put them in your sights
To take up the slack breathe relax
And squeeze out their lights

It's damn well jolly fun
To blow their brains right out
To express train deliver them
That is what it is all about

If you're in the business of killing
And business has been real good
If you've been wearing a helmet lately
That's damn well understood

Predatory is the nature
Of the hunting and shooting kind
It's in their well trained bodies
It's in their focused states of mind

And be it with a five point five six
Or a three o eight
They've been the special delivery
Express train check outs to fate

And I personally honor them for it
I like their attitude and smiles
They are the ancient warrior code
Dressed up in

The new dessert camo style

And lookin good brothers
Lookin good

Neils
9:15 pm
02/03/2005
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written with specific dedication to:

“Lt. Gen. James Mattis, who commanded Marine expeditions in Afghanistan and Iraq, made the comments Tuesday during a panel discussion in San Diego, California.

"Actually it's quite fun to fight them, you know. It's a hell of a hoot," Mattis said, prompting laughter from some military members in the audience. "It's fun to shoot some people. I'll be right up there with you. I like brawling.”

N…again

Vietnam Vets and Iraq

2004-12-19T09:34:00.000-08:00

That's real big of you

Vietnam Veterans
And........Iraq

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And when the Spoiled and Soiled Brats say:

We blame the leaders...not the soldiers.

Just like we do now.

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I say
That's real big of you

Are all soldiers just automatons

Just obeying orders as they
Carry out their consciousnessless deeds
Do you think that's what get's them through
Dancing with death risking being the one who bleeds

Do you think even a one of them
Believe in their family their duty this nation
Or are you kindly not blaming them as they
Walk lock step mindlessly through the situation

Do you think a squad of Marines
Might ever have honor cross their mind
As they get ready lock and load
And step up to the line

Do you wave off their participation
Generously with a wave of your hand
Do you sweepingly dismiss their responsibility
For being brave enough to take a stand

Are all soldiers in all armies the same
Are all just pawns on the board of life
Have you looked into the heart of anyone
Who's carried his nations issued gun and knife

Could there be the slightist possibility
This theory is to make it easier on you
Than it necessarily being about them
Or anything that they might do

Because then what would that say
What if they are not what you say they are
What if they're not robots or poor babies
What if it's you not measuring up to the bar

What if they are seperate individuals
Who have taken an oath to defend
What if they actually know this dangerous
World isn't all intellectual or pretend

What if they are brave and daring
Long suffering and pushin to follow through
What if they are honorable and just
Then what would that say

What would that say about you

Neils
10:41 pm
08/09/2003
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transcribed this time
11:35 am
12/19/2004

It is a mural but it is not art

2004-12-19T09:28:00.000-08:00

Open Letters
The series
Time/Date Stamp:
4:48 pm
03/30/2003

Subject Matter:

There was a mural found in Southern Iraq in the city of
Nasiriya by the United States Marines on or about
03/26/2003. It depicted a plane crashing into a building
complex not unlike the twin towers. The planes logo
resembled that of Iraqi Airlines. Another plane is also
seen in the back ground of the mural.........circiling inward.

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It is a mural
But it is NOT art

It is the obsessive compulsive
Pictures of Saddam plastered all over the place
It is his stroking the hair of a kidnapped child
Like he is demonstrating some sort of grace

It was the election that was held
Where he won 100% of the vote
It is the medals of bravery for torturing
The right people worn on his coat

It is his sycophant staff
That fawns and kneels and constantly agrees
To keep their little bit more than the
Majority of the population driven to its knees

It is his father like son strategy
Of family love and home sweet home
The killing of his grandchildrens dad
The breaking of hearts and bones

It is the hospitals used to store RPGs
It is the schools used to store guns
It is the people shot in the back
When they try to escape try to run

There is no such thing as art
Without freedom courage and representation
And only co-operative phoneys get presented
In a repressive regressive situation

Art is a sacred trust and you don't
Give it away for fame and power
You don't do it to try to please somebody
Who's trying to make you cower

Neils
1:37 pm
03/27/2003
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transcribed this time
11:28 am
12/19/2004

And if you talk nice....bring'em on

2004-12-19T09:12:00.000-08:00

And if you talk nice

Islamo-fundamentalist facists
Won't kill you in the street
Won't blow up a car next to you
Won't shoot you in a heart beat

Won't sneak across borders
To raise Jihadistic sadistic hell
Won't chant rant mumbo jumbo
To maintain their self imposed spell

Won't lie and cheat and decieve
Won't do anything to wear you down
Funny how they like to use blood red
When they go out to paint the town

Won't steal from oil for food
Like it ever belonged to anybody else
Won't pay some idiots family
Only after he's blown up himself

Psycho driven mullahas won't
Lamb blast their mouths off
Won't say your kindness is weakness
And mock openly with contempt and laugh

At the still whiney cry-baby types
Who blame the men who fight back
Who don't like words like -bring' em on-
When faced with an attack

Maybe when Marines charge
They can yell "We can work it out"
To show that they are sensitive
And know they should move with doubt

Maybe the Air Force could drop
Susan Saranwrap Movies
Maybe more visits from Sean Penn Head
Would make it all turn out groovey

Oh I know how about some music
Like some Ditzy Chicks showin how they care
They're supposidly into Country music
Syria is a country why don't they go there

Neils
10:51 am
07/02/2003
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transcribed this time
11:14 am
12/19/2004

N.....again

Monday evening

2004-12-14T13:26:00.000-08:00

Monday evening
And into the night
We stood watch
For word of the fight

But we wanted our news straight
We wanted it solid truthful and sound
From those with heart and soul
From those with their ear to the ground

For

The Humvee runs
And the Bradley runs
And the Scout sniper teams
Getting the job done

In the brown rubble
Bouncing down the street
Sweat pouring down
From the Mid East Heat

It used to be patrols
And now it's this
It's the changing glove
But the same iron fist

Strong competant officers
Sturdy steadfast NCO's
Workin as a team
Damn well ready to roll

Every man workin
Stepping up to the line
Each doing what it takes
Because they're the adaptable kind

Words from the son to the father
And then the father to me
"No men I'd rather be with
No place else I'd rather be"

He obviously means what he says
And says what he means
He wears the Eagle Globe and Anchor
He is a United States Marine

Neils
11:18 pm
05/10/2004
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transcribed this time
2:27 pm
12/14/2004

N....again

How did Saddam leave his hole

2004-12-14T06:55:00.000-08:00

How did Saddam leave his hole

Did he go out in a fire fight
Did he go out in a blaze of Glory
No we went out like a bully
Who made himself the hero

In all of his own stories

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Did he blow himself up
Like he asked others children to do
No he went out for a dental exam
And to get himself a bowl of stew

Did he go out in a battle
Of rockets bullets and guns
No he went out for a hair cut
And left that to his sons

Did he go down fighting
Even if it came to hand to hand
No he went out for a change of clothes
And an unrepentant man

Did he go out meeting his maker
Did he go out dust to dust
No he went out to say he was a ruler
Who was firm but just

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Did he go out like his Armies
That he sent to their death
No he went out for some fresh air
And to catch his breath

Did he go out like the Kurds
He had Chemical Ali kill
No it seems he found himself
Another destiny to fulfill

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Did he go out in a fire fight
Did he go out in a blaze of glory
No he went out like a bully
Who made himself the hero

In all of his own stories

Neils
5:16 pm
12/14/2003
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For everyman who ever served
And ever will
And all the people who loved them
And do still

N….again
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transcribed this time
8:56 am
12/14/2004

At the bridge North of Fallujah

2004-12-11T17:11:00.000-08:00

Dragging our dead soldiers
Through the streets....again

Mutilating their sacred bodies
Cheering at their death
It's time here to stop
And take a deliberate breath

There needs to be a press
Black out put on this killing town
Some people need to be dealt with
Some people need to be taken down

No more pictures on the mosque
Of Sheikh Ahmed Yassin
Nothing that ugly will stand
That filthy and obscene

There were pictures taken
Identify who was there
Create some new chest holes
For their lungs to suck in air

Round them all up
It’s time to get Medieval here
Let’s make things real simple
Let’s make them real clear

If you don’t like the approach
Of winning hearts and minds
Then you need to be introduced
To the killing kind

Some truths are hard
But that doesn’t make them lies
Some problems only end
When the problem makers die

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Dragging our dead soldiers
Through the streets....again

Mutilating their sacred bodies
Cheering at their death
It's time here to stop
And take a deliberate breath

If they don’t like the approach
Of winning hearts and minds
Then they need to be introduced
To the hard fast efficient

Killing kind

Neils
9:56 am
03/31/2004

Eel weasels and hounds

2004-12-11T17:08:00.000-08:00

Eels weasels and hounds

All you salt peter arnett journalists
All you professors and teachers of shame
Who give aid and comfort to our enemy
We want everybody to know your names

All you moral relativism experts
Slidin around like eels
You got a whole other thing comin
Once we get you back on your heels

All you false comparison weasels
With your sneakin and squeekin around
Putin on your smug and uppity airs
You're nuthin but vain publicity hounds

All you intellectually dishonest hypocrits
Wishing harm on our fighting men
Hopin for a million mogadishus
Your world is going to come crashin in

All you De Genova degenerates
The bill is comin due
And there'll never be enough corners
To hid in

When the light comes shinin down on you

Neils
8:24 pm
03/31/2003
*
No disparagement is meant whatsoever
Toward real eels weasels or hounds
author
*
transcribed this time
7:09 pm
12/11/2004

Do not despair

2004-12-11T17:06:00.000-08:00

Do not despair Hawk

Half their polls lie
And then they leave stuff out
Like what good is being done
And that's what this is about

As well as destroying the enemy
Idiots accuse others of being pawns
And then sit transfixed and watch
Dan Rather blather on and on

Keep writing your letters
Make your Senators aware
That we are keeping up
And we are very aware

Write letters to the editor
Don't let them get you down
Keep hangin in there
Keep workin your own home town

Send in a contribution to
English First or the NRA
Or some other group that helps
Volume up what you say

Go to Hollywood Half-Wits
Mock the twits for a while
It helps every now and then
To find your way to a smile

Post up articles on the fridge
That say it straight out and true
Know that you don't just talk
But you are one who will do

They want to wear you down
Their logic is too impaired to convince
They've got to try to numb you
They don't have any common sense

We knocked Danny Glover out
Everybody knows Moore is less
And tell me Al Wankin Frankin's head
Isn't an absolute mess

Keep up the spirits
Connect up with your own kind
Connect up with those who can see
Those of Body Spirit and Mind

Neils
3:07 pm
09/10/2003
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transcribed this time
7:06 pm
12/11/2004

And when

2004-12-11T17:03:00.000-08:00

And when you make yourself a terrorists
By direct action or enabling violence against
me or my people you have just stepped into the
"Theatre of Operations"

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And I for one will kill you without hesitation
Without the slightest tinge of remorse
I will hunt down all such enemies of my country
I will root them out at their source

I will shoot them at long range
I will kick down their doors
I will throw grenades into their rooms
And blow their body parts all over the floor

I will lead them into ambushes
Just as the sun is going down
I will put my site picture on their chest
As I lay close to the ground

No mercy will I have
When the time and the place draw near
I will perform as I am trained
I will overcome all my fears

And call in their grid co-ordinates
To those up in the sky
I will protect my brothers around me
I will by my will make the enemy die

Neils
8:33 pm
10/01/2004
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transcribed this time
7:04 pm
12/11/2004

On the Insane Brothers...Uday and Cusay

2004-12-11T16:59:00.000-08:00

Better them

Than one more innocent person
At their hands
Than one more act of sadism
That nobody'll ever understand

Better them

Than one more child
Who had his future sold
For these two who wanted
Their faucets gold

Better them

Than one more
Humiliated and defiled
Than one more soul in prison
Without even a trial

Better them

Than one of our boys
Coming to any harm
Due to these guys workin
Their sick manipulative charms

Better them

Than one other person
Drawin in a breath on earth
Who is trying to contribute
Something of any worth

Neils
2:12 pm
07/26/2003
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transcribed this time
7:01 pm
12/11/2004

For all the dedication and resolve

2004-12-10T11:17:00.000-08:00

For all the dedication and resolve
That comes from out of a freedom loving heart

For all those that have been tortured
All those languishing in the prison cells
For all those slaughtered Kurds up north
For all those living in this mad mans hell

For the grandchildren whose grandfather
Was lured back into Iraq and killed
For all the starving people suffering
Around the luxurious palaces with their frills

For the unaccounted for anthrax
For the unmentioned unmanned flying drone
For the chemical weapons out there in the sand
For all those without hope who think they are alone

For the women who've been raped
To make their husbands talk
For those beggars who now crawl on the streets
Because they can no longer walk

For all the US pilots shot at
In the Southeran and Northeran no fly zones
For all the soldiers at the steady ready
We know you're there to help protect our home

Neils
3:15 am
03/10/2003
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transcribed this time
1:20 pm
12/10/2004