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Trump is letting Bibi Netanyahu influence the military campaign in Iran.

[probablyasocialecologist]

U.S. Troops Were Told Iran War Is for “Armageddon,” Return of Jesus

Advocacy group reports commanders giving similar messages at more than 30 installations in every branch of the military

A combat-unit commander told non-commissioned officers at a briefing Monday that the Iran war is part of God’s plan and that Pres. Donald Trump was “anointed by Jesus to light the signal fire in Iran to cause Armageddon and mark his return to Earth,” according to a complaint by a non-commissioned officer. From Saturday morning through Monday night, more than 110 similar complaints about commanders in every branch of the military had been logged by the Military Religious Freedom Foundation (MRFF). The complaints came from more than 40 different units spread across at least 30 military installations, the MRFF told me Monday night. The MRFF is keeping the complainants anonymous to prevent retribution by the Defense Department. The Pentagon did not immediately respond to my request for comment. One complainant identified themselves as a non-commissioned officer (NCO) in a unit currently outside the Iran combat zone but in Ready-Support status, deployable at any time. The NCO said they were Christian and emailed the MRFF on behalf of 15 troops, including at least 11 Christians, one Muslim, and one Jew. (Full email printed below.) The NCO wrote to the MRFF that their commander “urged us to tell our troops that this was ‘all part of God’s divine plan’ and he specifically referenced numerous citations out of the Book of Revelation referring to Armageddon and the imminent return of Jesus Christ.” Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth has enshrined evangelical Christianity at the uppermost levels of the U.S. military, airing monthly prayer meetings throughout the Pentagon. Last year, the Pentagon confirmed to me that Hegseth attends a weekly White House Bible study. It’s led by a preacher who says God commands America to support Israel.

3 March 2026

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Religion will be the death of everyone

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Do they know?

Do they know

That the world is falling apart?

Do they feel

The pain, the fear,

The shaking of bones

As the bombs fall from the sky

And the politicians argue

From the safety of their palaces

About the homes

About the schools

About the lives

They want to end?

Do they know?

Do they understand

The lies they have been told?

And if they do,

Why the fuck are they not screaming

[poems-n-shite]

My Love

Your absence breaks a hole in my heart

My love, you have torn me apart

And my organs lay, pulsing,

at your feet.

The pain is almost more than I can bear

— No one told me how painful it is to love

How my soul would be ripped in two

And how my mind would not be satiated

but by the touch of you.

My love, you have killed me.

And what a glorious death love is

[poems-n-shite]

The Art Of Being Alone

I think it's hard to do things alone,

It can be hard to enjoy things alone--

It's terrifying to go to new places,

And experience new things

Without someone else to share in that fear

But in the sun today, I went out

I went somewhere new,

I sat alone in the bar at the end of my day

And it was hard.

I'd like to have shared this day with you

Shared my food, shared my thoughts,

And I will

Not in person, and not really together

I will tell you how I did this alone

Even though I wish I did it with you

I went to an art gallery today!

Alone, and for the first time

I went to a market today--

Alone, and for the first time

I bought your birthday present today,

Alone, and for the first time

For the very first time,

Alone, and happy.

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I Miss You

I miss you Mr. Seagull,

But you’re far away from here.

I’m still trying to be happy,

But i wish i could disappear.

I thought this was what i wanted,

To be out in the world, to be free

But I’m losing myself again—

I don’t know what it is to be me.

Man’s while i miss you, I do

I just hate going ‘back home’ ,

That’s not where I belong any more

Even there, I feel so alone.

Could I have some advice?

Me. Seagull, please.

Do you know how I

Could finally feel at ease?

[resqectable]

“Allow yourself to be a beginner. No one starts off being excellent.”

— Unknown

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Sick Day

I find it hard

To treat myself well

When I’m sick

When I’m sad

When I’m just not myself

I find it hard

To not be perfect

I find it hard

To say no

Or to admit that I’m not up to something

I find it hard

To write this and to say that

I’m not okay

I haven’t been for a week,

And I won’t be for a while

I should take a sick day

Is that lazy?

Is that silly?

Should I just do my best to continue?

Through sore throats and broken thoughts

And bouts of pain, however short?

I find it hard

That I need time

It’s hard, but I’ll survive

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I had this really awful and lucid nightmare, woke up about 20 minutes ago (it’s currently 3am) and my lovely amazing wonderful boyfriend woke up with me and liked after as I was completely terrified (I’m still terrified too go back to sleep icl it was messed up but would make a good plot for a horror story). To the point where I told him I wasn’t even sure I was actually awake. I am not an easily scared person. But this man has happily left the lights on for me and even though he’s back to sleep is holding me so tight no demon could get me. Idk I’m in love and I wanted to share. Maybe at some point I’ll write out the nightmare cause it would make a pretty good book

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Just rolled over to try and sleep and this man (while asleep) rolled over with me to keep me in his arms and kissed the back of my head. Definitely in love. Pray for me to have sweet dreams pls I can’t handle another nightmare

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I had this really awful and lucid nightmare, woke up about 20 minutes ago (it’s currently 3am) and my lovely amazing wonderful boyfriend woke up with me and liked after as I was completely terrified (I’m still terrified too go back to sleep icl it was messed up but would make a good plot for a horror story). To the point where I told him I wasn’t even sure I was actually awake. I am not an easily scared person. But this man has happily left the lights on for me and even though he’s back to sleep is holding me so tight no demon could get me. Idk I’m in love and I wanted to share. Maybe at some point I’ll write out the nightmare cause it would make a pretty good book

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Last Night

I know you didn’t mean it,

I know you were just frustrated,

I know it won’t happen again, but

It hurt.

It still hurts.

I don’t know why I felt the way I did

I don’t know why it hit me so hard

I don’t know why it’s still

Running through my head

Your hand on my skin—

Like so many other times but

Different.

Like you weren’t you and

I wasn’t me,

But maybe that was you.

And maybe this is me.

[agelesslibrary]

Ready to react, his hands are blue

Infinite ideas, the words are few

So much to plan, nothing to pursue

The room looks mesmerizing with moonlight shining through

Are you magnanimous enough to see beyond the mess?

Would you blur the hands to focus on what they are trying to express?

Would the chaos beneath, make you admire the surface any less?

If he can't get a hold of his life, he'll get a hold of his pen

If he manages to hide his scars, he will manage to pretend they don't exist every now and then.

If he can't find her warmth, he will slip under the covers

If he can't cry for himself, he will start crying for centuries old star crossed lovers.

If he can't devise a solution to the problem, he will devise a verse

If the hurt is not harrowing enough, he will wangle to make it worse

If he cannot be the person that everyone adores, he will play his part

If no one else is willing to, he will gladly break his own heart.

—agelesslibrary

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The Rain

Drip, drip, drip.

Is there anything but rain?

Drip, drip, drip.

And could it wash away my pain?

Because the rain falls down,

Like my tears never do

And it just hits the ground,

Like I always do

It drips and it hits and it falls,

While my restlessness grows so tall

Because it’s always me who must

Apologise, and act the part,

And swallow it all and make the new start

Yes the rain, it falls.

I’m scared I will, too.

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Time To Meet

Hey there Mr. Seagull, I’ll come and visit soon

I’ve got someone for you to meet,

He’s really made my heart bloom

It’s been quite a few months now,

I think it’s time you met—

And I know exactly how

We’ll walk across my old path,

Well stop for lunch halfway,

I hope he understands, even just a half

How much you had meant to me

All those months ago,

And how much you had helped me

When I was so alone

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This Is Not A Poem

Awake.

I’m awake and I would like to be asleep.

This is not a poem.

Unless one could class a simple stream of consciousness a poem,

Because any poem is just that, really.

It’s the thoughts and fears and worries and joys of a person,

But put together in a beautiful way—

Well, it’s not always beautiful.

A poem can be awful, it can be sharp and jagged and

Broken.

What makes a poem, really?

It's not the rhymes,

It's not its beauty or its not-beauty

It's not even its form, its shape, or its colour,

It's the reader.

YOU decide what a poem is.

But this is not a poem.

Not unless you say it is.

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I'll Be There

And isn't it strange?

That the time, the place, the people,

The circumstance

Can all change,

But inside remains the same?

Same old feeling,

Same old pain,

Same old emptiness.

It greets you like an old friend,

It wraps its icy hands around your neck

As though that were some kind of handshake,

It laughs that you thought it would ever leave you.

'I'll always be here,'

It says

'I'll always hold you and love you,

I'll be there when you close your eyes and

When you think it's safe to let go.'

Always?

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The Song Ends

I listen to a song

And suddenly

I'm all choked up

Can't breathe

Images flash but

I'm not sure what they are

Or what they mean

Fragments

Of emotions

Thoughts, feelings

Half-lived memories

Prophecies for the future

Imagination gone wild--

Determined to break my heart

I don't know how I feel

Sad? Happy? Alone?

Each image has no feeling to it

Contradiction to earlier beliefs

Can't breathe

Can't see

Not empty

But nothing will spill over

To the surface

I don't get sad

I just feel the void

And it eats me up inside

The song ends.