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For Me Grog By J.C. Solis It’s For Me Grog and For Me Gin To forget all of our past sins It’s For Me Grog and For Me Time To spend in these moments sublime This drunken banter that’s about All within this tavern throughout From all this food and ale and drink All for a better life, Me thinks For this is merriment profound For me lads and lassies abound Within this night, like times since yore We’ll celebrate unlike before It’s For Me Grog without regret With memories We won’t forget…

Emptiness By J.C. Solis A hollow heart and hollow mind To wonder whether Fate’s been kind An empty passion, withered soul Through which one’s life took heavy tolls A broken body, empty shell Of whom he was, no one can tell And through a life without passion No longer shall he take action This empty spirit wanders blank No one gives his good deeds a thank And without heartbeat, he moves on To wonder where his life went wrong This is an Emptiness complete A human who accepts defeat…

This might seem a little odd to discuss when on Odysee I just got through, at the time of writing, with mocking atheists for going after the Flat Earthers and Young Earthers so often. Am I being a hypocrite for tackling a seemingly fringe opinion of a different variety? No, I am not. The big difference is, atheists often exclude any stronger cases within the same overall theological camp they try to debunk, namely Christianity. The multiple Israelism cults seeking to replace confessional and orthodox Christendom have no such luxury in this regard to tackle. Not only that, but this clown world we live in necessitates that the church equip itself with answers while the allure of “anti-establishment” opinions takes paradoxical hold in today's society. The more the establishment makes the opposite sound more reasonable, the more problems like this will persist where just about anything is believed if it seems like an underground view. Before anyone protests that I am simply doing this

Another Year That Mattered Birthday 2024 By J.C. Solis What is it like to be much older still? For all through this life, I’ve yet had my fill Of the wonders and joy that I have seen Of kindness and hope, of which I still wean What is it like with one year that has passed? Of these memories which I hope will last And the making of more, I will now gaze At the next rising sun, my life’s new phase For twenty-eight years I have come to know The joys and pain that, to me, Life would show And with this, I hope to live for more years Without fear, even as my death draws near And so, I hope, through this birthday so sweet I’ll still have strength not to admit defeat…

Gripping Yor’s hand, Loid maintained a cheery demeanor that betrayed the whirlpool of emotions inside him. In those few seconds before Yor shot out of her seat, something had possessed him to lean in closer to those red lips of hers. He had been so tempted to taste it that he hadn’t noticed his target walking towards the ferris wheel. What in the world was he thinking? Frustration mounted in him. He had never let himself get distracted on a mission before. Why was this one any different? His pace picked up until the two of them were close to sprinting towards the ferris wheel. To his relief, Yor didn’t seem to mind. If anything, she seemed to be as eager as him to reach their destination. There was no queue at all - a miracle in and of itself. Or maybe that was why the target had chosen the ferris wheel as a covert meet-up. Noticing his young, clean-shaven target get into the ferris wheel pod with another bespectacled middle-aged man, Loid slowed down. He didn’t want his target to