Jessica Bibbee

20081027

In aphorism, poetry, proverb, tale on 20081027 at 18:43

The assassin creates a martyr where before stood merely a mortal.

War in the name of peace is to starve in the the name of nutrition.

Defense that strikes offense has reunited with lost kin.

《until the night》
Where by day Johnny went, where by day Johnny trusted;
always once or more, be it twice or even thrice.
Until the day was done, the night had barely come
and Johnny trusted not ’til morn.

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