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Den Største Anger

av Even Lorch-Falch Det var ikke ting jeg gjorde, men dem jeg la ugjort ned, som volder den største anger og stjeler min nattefred. De varme ord jeg glemte, den nød jeg gikk kaldt forbi, de brev jeg aldri sendte, de spøker ved nattetid. Den sten jeg kunne ha lettet med min bror i en felles sak, det råd jeg […]

America The Beatiful

by Judge Roy Moore America the Beautiful, or so you used to be. Land of the Pilgrims’ pride; I’m glad they’ll never see. Babies piled in dumpsters, Abortion on demand, Oh, sweet land of liberty, your house is on the sand. Our children wander aimlessly poisoned by cocaine, Choosing to indulge their lusts, When God has said abstain. From sea […]

Battle The Beast; William M. Cooper

The night came quicker than usual, and it caught me by surprise Before I found some shelter, the blackness dimmed my eyes My panicked heart was pounding, my legs instinctively took flight I aimlessly ran in circles, in the horror of blackest night In the distance I could hear it, the sounds of a terrible beast I could hear its […]

The Story of the Two Wolves

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, «My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all. One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, […]

Du må ikke sove!

Jeg våknet en natt av en underlig drøm, det var som en stemme talte til meg, fjern som en underjordisk strøm – og jeg reiste meg opp: Hva er det du vil meg? – Du må ikke sove! Du må ikke sove! Du må ikke tro, at du bare har drømt!

Cry Freedom!

There is so mething deeply yearning In the soul’s most inner reach, And, at first, you hear it whisper Like the waves upon the beach. It sings along the treetops As it rides upon the wind Like the sobbing and the sighing Of a hidden violin. Yes, the voice begins so softly, But it slowly seems to grow. It rises […]

Midnight Messenger

Again, the children must wake to hear The midnight messenger drawing near, Again, through the night comes a cry of alarm To every American city and farm. A cry of defiance and not of fear, There’s hope for tomorrow, Our vict’ry is clear.