All I know about the future is that it won't be anything like my plans. You have to leave before you can come back. Somehow, hate is fashionable again and hate breeds hate.
Preaching peace and love would seem to be inelegant.
Somehow it's all familiar to me. I'm most "at home" when I'm out of fashion.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
We're just about at the "end these dreadful, dreadful wars." Someone's fighting someone about something sometime. Now it's all the time. It's like the bad kid on the playground is being escorted to the meek and the weak by the principal.
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