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The Bushiad Foreword Chapter 1- The Rage of George Chapter 2- Rattling of Sabres Chapter 3- Entreaties Rejected Chapter 4- Osama Speaks Chapter 5- The Underworld Chapter 6- Fatherly Advice Chapter 7- The Gods of War Chapter 8- Juggernaut Chapter 9- The Prisoners Chapter 10- Interrogation Chapter 11- George Dreams Chapter 12- In the Clouds Chapter 13- Déjeuner Chapter 14- Secret Agent Chapter 15- The Tyrant Flees Chapter 16- Out of Order Chapter 17- George Descends Chapter 18- Master Kim Chapter 19- Uncurious George Chapter 20- Asana Chapter 21- Doing the Patriot Act Chapter 22- Immaculate Reception Chapter 23- The Little Prince Chapter 24- Mission Accomplished
The Idyossey
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within the dark bowels of the earthUnder relentless weight of solid rock, The Ichor of the gods flows black and viscous In vast underground pools. Blood of ages past, Its movements are measured in geologic time, Not decades, years, months or days. The Ichor of the gods holds power, Concentrated wealth of evolutionary eons, Stored planetary capital, captured Energy of the sun. Rich potential But hidden for good reason, it sits Unbidden until tapped by man. Man probes all things deeply, Including the warm rich earth. Driving Tools far below ground and rock, man Discovers the Black Ichor of the gods Draws its promise and peril Back upon the surface. The Ichor of the gods Becomes the world’s premier fuel. The ancient lakes far underground Are drained, their contents shipped Around the globe, pumped, burned, Used to boil water and turn wheels. Economies are turned as well, No coincidence Iraq's become A fuel-rich fertile crescent. The West, Hooked on wealth, power, consumer goods Craves Ichor to satisfy its Overpowering energy addiction. Black Ichor’s the world’s currency, Fortunes built and empires founded On its rich power. And with it comes The Ichor Cult, bent on its own survival, Forcing all to live like vampires On the oily blood of ancestors. Next > |
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