The War Prayer-Mark Twain

The War Prayer

by Mark Twain
It was a time of great and exalting excitement. The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the holy fire of patriotism; the drums were beating, the bands playing, the toy pistols popping, the bunched firecrackers hissing and spluttering; on every hand and far down the receding and fading spread of roofs and balconies a fluttering wilderness of flags flashed in the sun; daily the young volunteers marched down the wide avenue gay and fine in their new uniforms, the proud fathers and mothers and sisters and sweethearts cheering them with voices choked with happy emotion as they swung by; nightly the packed mass meetings listened, panting, to patriot oratory with stirred the deepest deeps of their hearts, and which they interrupted at briefest intervals with cyclones of applause, the tears running down their cheeks the while; in the churches the pastors preached devotion to flag and country, and invoked the God of Battles beseeching His aid in our good cause in outpourings of fervid eloquence which moved every listener.
It was indeed a glad and gracious time, and the half dozen rash spirits that ventured to disapprove of the war and cast a doubt upon its righteousness straightway got such a stern and angry warning that for their personal safety’s sake they quickly shrank out of sight and offended no more in that way.
Sunday morning came — next day the battalions would leave for the front; the church was filled; the volunteers were there, their young faces alight with martial dreams — visions of the stern advance, the gathering momentum, the rushing charge, the flashing sabers, the flight of the foe, the tumult, the enveloping smoke, the fierce pursuit, the surrender!
Then home from the war, bronzed heroes, welcomed, adored, submerged in golden seas of glory! With the volunteers sat their dear ones, proud, happy, and envied by the neighbors and friends who had no sons and brothers to send forth to the field of honor, there to win for the flag, or, failing, die the noblest of noble deaths. The service proceeded; a war chapter from the Old Testament was read; the first prayer was said; it was followed by an organ burst that shook the building, and with one impulse the house rose, with glowing eyes and beating hearts, and poured out that tremendous invocation:

God the all-terrible! Thou who ordainest,
Thunder thy clarion and lightning thy sword!

Then came the “long” prayer. None could remember the like of it for passionate pleading and moving and beautiful language. The burden of its supplication was, that an ever-merciful and benignant Father of us all would watch over our noble young soldiers, and aid, comfort, and encourage them in their patriotic work; bless them, shield them in the day of battle and the hour of peril, bear them in His mighty hand, make them strong and confident, invincible in the bloody onset; help them crush the foe, grant to them and to their flag and country imperishable honor and glory —
An aged stranger entered and moved with slow and noiseless step up the main aisle, his eyes fixed upon the minister, his long body clothed in a robe that reached to his feet, his head bare, his white hair descending in a frothy cataract to his shoulders, his seamy face unnaturally pale, pale even to ghastliness. With all eyes following him and wondering, he made his silent way; without pausing, he ascended to the preacher’s side and stood there waiting. With shut lids the preacher, unconscious of his presence, continued his moving prayer, and at last finished it with the words, uttered in fervent appeal, “Bless our arms, grant us the victory, O Lord and God, Father and Protector of our land and flag!”
The stranger touched his arm, motioned him to step aside — which the startled minister did — and took his place. During some moments he surveyed the spellbound audience with solemn eyes, in which burned an uncanny light; then in a deep voice he said:
“I come from the Throne — bearing a message from Almighty God!” The words smote the house with a shock; if the stranger perceived it he gave no attention. “He has heard the prayer of His servant your shepherd, and will grant it if such be your desire after I, His messenger, shall have explained to you its import — that is to say, its full import. For it is like unto many of the prayers of men, in that it asks for more than he who utters it is aware of — except he pause and think. “God’s servant and yours has prayed his prayer. Has he paused and taken thought? Is it one prayer? No, it is two — one uttered, and the other not. Both have reached the ear of Him who heareth all supplications, the spoken and the unspoken. Ponder this — keep it in mind. If you would beseech a blessing upon yourself, beware! lest without intent you invoke a curse upon your neighbor at the same time. If you pray for the blessing of rain on your crop which needs it, by that act you are possibly praying for a curse on some neighbor’s crop which may not need rain and can be injured by it.
“You have heard your servant’s prayer — the uttered part of it. I am commissioned by God to put into words the other part of it — that part which the pastor — and also you in your hearts — fervently prayed silently. And ignorantly and unthinkingly? God grant that it was so! You heard the words ‘Grant us the victory, O Lord our God!’ That is sufficient. The whole of the uttered prayer is compact into those pregnant words. Elaborations were not necessary. When you have prayed for victory you have prayed for many unmentioned results which follow victory — must follow it, cannot help but follow it. Upon the listening spirit of God fell also the unspoken part of the prayer. He commandeth me to put it into words. Listen!

“Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth into battle — be Thou near them! With them — in spirit — we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with their little children to wander unfriended in the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames in summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it —
For our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimmage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet!
We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.

(After a pause.) “Ye have prayed it; if ye still desire it, speak! The messenger of the Most High waits.”

It was believed afterward that the man was a lunatic, because there was no sense in what he said.

Like The Sands of Time, Through Nitwityahoo’s Ass!

So are the hell of the days of his life!

His nights too!

He fancies he can feel the breath of the beast on his back as he runs screaming away in his recurring nightmare!

He awakens, to find it is only the labored oinks of the sow in bed with him!

Damn, talking about waking from one nightmare to the other!


He slowly arose so as not to disturb the thing, which with it’s rolls of fat, looked somewhat like one of them wood eating grub worms, an alien life form!

Some times he wondered?

His shaking hand poured a glass full of his preferred poison, and took it in one gulp, refilling his glass, and chasing the first with the second.

Thinking back to his nightmare, same damn beast every time!

A human sized Lizard creature, with wings, sometimes with a goats head, sometimes a head of a Lion, sometimes the head of an Eagle, yet other times, the head of a giant snarling wolf!

Always coming for him!

He could run, crawl, hide, but it made no difference, the Lizard always found him, he would hear the flapping of these dragon like wings, and feel the heated breath of the Beast, on his back.

He slugged down his third and fourth glass full with a shaking hand!

If he was not such a coward, he would eat his pistol!

If he was Awake, the nightmare in the bedroom made his life a living hell, if he drank enough to pass out, he awoke to the nightmare of the damned winged Lizard beast with the goats head.

Go to HELL?

He was in Hell, every day, and every night!

From the bedroom came a snorting oink he recognized as the mating call of the huge sow in the bed!

What the Fk did i do to deserve this God he asked, other than murder, rape, terrorism, lies, theft, pedophilia?

The snorting oink came again, loader and more insistent this time!

Get your ass in here!!!!

He swilled down numbers five and six, shook his head in disgust, and said, Fk hell!

Hell’s got nothing on this bitch!

He turned and walked into the jaws of hell!

John C Carleton

Jesus The Christ, and his Court Appointed Legal Council.

Jesus the Christ, had returned to the Earth, to check on how things were going.
He was not a very happy camper at what he found.
Obese Pig jowled charlatan “ministers” assisting in the Holocausting of, Jesus The Christ’s Children, in the name of Jesus Christ!
Hypocrisy run amuck, everyone seemed to have a black book said to hold the teachings of Jesus The Christ, but having read it himself, Jesus found very little of his true teachings in the book, and much attributed to him, he never said!

In his wanderings, he found himself wanting to go give that fat pig “preacher”, a little bit of wisdom from the top of Jesus’s mind, and, maybe a sandal in his fat ass!

He came to this wall had the words THE Demonion de San Amigo, printed on the wall.

There was a guard at the gate, so Jesus walked up, and told him his business.

The guard looked at Jesus with his long hair, robe, Jesus Sandals on his dusty feet, and called the Police Department for THE CITY.

Next thing Jesus the Christ Knew, two CITY leg breakers and bag men, who gave him flash backs to those Roman Storm Troopers, had him handcuffed, thrown into the asphalt.

One’s body cam “malfunctioned”, as he kicked Jesus in the ass, the other assured the low wage guard for rich people, this creep would not be back.

They drove Jesus to a down town location, where he was forced to disrobe, be probed in all orifices, given an orange suit of some course cloth, finger printed, photographed, and locked in a cage.

Several of the guards expressed desire for carnal knowledge of him, forcibly if necessary!

Couple more told him they could get him some meth.

In the morning, he was forced to go into a courtroom, where he was charged with attempted Criminal Trespass/ Resisting Arrest.

He was asked how he pled.

He said to what?

The satanic appearing man in the black ritual robe asked Jesus, do you want a court appointed attorney?

Jesus the Christ said, no thank you, i chose not to associate with serpents.

The satanic appearing man screamed contempt of court, thirty days!

Bring his ass back them, see what his attitude is!

Jesus was returned to his cage, where he was locked up again.

Jesus Then found hisself labeled a Foreign Terrorist, as it discovered he had no record, of birth, or citizenship in, WASHINGTON DC/USA.

It was decided he was a Russian trained saboteur, come to disrupt the elections of who got front teat at the Public’s expense.

The US Marshals picked him up, for a one way flight to Cuba.

They had to stop so one could take a leak at a convenience store, which had a cop bunny clerk.

While the other was eyeing a young boy’s derrière, Jesus popped his handcuffs, telepathically opend the lock on the door, and walked away.

There is an ALL POINTS BULLETIN, for the CAPTURE, DEAD OR ALIVE, OF A FOREIGN TERRORIST, calls himself Jesus the Christ!

Considered Extremely Dangerous!

John C Carleton

Notice to All Usury Lenders/The Republic of Texas is occupied, Making the Occupied Republic of Texas, and Texicans, Not Responsible for Any Usury Debt Associated With “Texas”

Notice to all Usury Credit scammers, (so called “Bankers”).

The Republic of Texas, has been occupied for 152 years and counting, by the USA/WASHINGTON DC.

Texas Ports, Lands, Minerals, Waters, That above, and That Below, are not open for stealing with Usury loans.

When the Organic Material Hits the Propulsion System:
The Republic of Texas, will see anyone trying to seize Texicans property, or Republic of Texas Lands or Property, as a pirate, and hanged!

After a Fair Common Law Trial of Course.

Got to keep er legal.

Any Foreign Troops on Texas soil, will be considered paid mercenaries, come to rape rob and subjugate Texicans.

One to the back of the head, has always been the fare of captured mercenaries.

Used to be a sword, most times now a slug to the back of the head.

Any Usury Banker, which gave Usury loans, with the intent of stealing parts of Texas, or property from Texicans, can take their claim to the USA/WASHINGTON DC.

Those are the War Criminals, which have been occupying the Republic of Texas, militarily, for 152 years and counting, stealing the labor of Texicans, the wealth of the land.

Maybe, if they in their lies, enticed you to do criminal Usury Loans, hoping to steal Texican’s property, or Republic of Texas Lands, you best take that claim to the USA.
Maybe they will give you the War Criminal Lincoln’s Memorial.

i want his bones though, going to take my Constitutional on them!
Charge other people to take their Constitutional on them!
Going to get filthy rich!

King John de Carleton

Kingdom of Carleton.

Located within the illegal, legal fiction lines, of the occupied Republic of Texas.

Dying for Freedom!

Would you die for freedom?

Ask most American males that, and some of the women, and they will promptly answer yes!

Most of them don’t have a clue what the word means, and the duties which come with that freedom.

Most Americans, have never experienced true freedom, in it’s dictionary definitions.

Be aware, Freedom, and Liberty, are not the same thing.

Freedom, and liberty, can not in their pure forms, exist together.

Liberty, is a privilege bestowed on one by ones master, parents, “governments”, who ever really owns ones ass.

Freedom, means you don’t have to ask anyone if you can do it, as long as you doing it does not harm another innocent soul, nor unduly damage their property.

Most Americans, are trained to respond to that question in the “Hell Yes!”, fashion, when they don’t even understand what the hell they are talking about dying for.

Which ain’t no big deal, cause if you called for volunteers to go defend some freedom or the other, most would find they had very important business somewhere else anyway.

Always been a handful of people made things happen, saw they got done.

Throughout history, most of humanity, have been herded like sheep, from one shearing to the other, from war to war, from arranged economic depression to arranged economic depression.

If a sheep says they would die for freedom, i feel they should understand what freedom really is.

Once they have tasted just a tiny bit, perhaps, they will love the taste so much, they will forego sheep fare, stop being sheep, and climb on the path to that great shining mountain of Knowledge, called Freedom!

John C Carleton

There was this dream called America once.

The young boy, barely a teenager, peered between the boards nailed both on the inside and the outside, of the filthy, cracked window glass for security, from criminal gangs of homeless who roamed the streets.

The Storm Troopers finished kicking in the door on the shack across the litter strewn pot holed street.

A semi circle of “Benedict Arnold’s”, as the collaborating trash who served the Bankers against their own people were called, stood with sub machine guns, pointing outward to any who dared interfere.

Nobody did.
Nobody ever did.

One heard rumors of some groups down South and the mid West, who fought back, but here in the urban areas of the North-East, no one fought back.
To do so was to condemn oneself to the horrors of the slave labor camps one heard about.
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Arab Media: US Not Happy with Kurds’ Talks with Damascus-Fars News

Israhell is giving up on murdering Assad, stealing most of Syria.

Did not go as well as planned.

Israhell/USA/WASHINGTON DC, UK, EU, NATO, insurgents, high level operatives, foreign ISIS Commanders, “White Helmet” terrorist and false flag provider to the above named guilty parties, who knew too much of the crimes of the above named guilty, in and to Syria, to fall into Syrian hands, have been quietly moved out of Syria for months.

Local hired talent, have been dying from assignations by “unknown gunmen”.

The above named Guilty, know as Long John Silver did!

Dead men tell no tales.

John C Carleton

Arab Media: US Not Happy with Kurds’ Talks with Damascus

TEHRAN (FNA)- Washington is attempting to coax the Kurds into increasing their demands from Damascus to trouble the current trend of negotiations between the two sides, an Arab media outlet said.
According to the Arabic-language al-Akhbar newspaper, apparently Washington is not happy with the recent talks between the Syrian Democratic Forces (SDF) and Damascus.

It added that Washington’s dissatisfaction was revealed after an unexpected visit by former US Ambassador to Bahrain William Robak to the town of al-Tabaqah in Aleppo province and his meeting with a number of Kurdish officials who had participated in talks with Damascus.

The report said that Washington is trying to use the Northern Syria’s card and coax the Kurds into increasing their demands from the Syrian government to prevent an agreement.

Earlier this month, a preliminary agreement was made between the SDF and the Syrian government on transferring control of different parts of the country to Damascus and withdrawal of the US forces from Syria.

The Arabic-language al-Quds al-Arabi newspaper quoted informed Syrian sources as saying that the SDF agreed to give control of Raqqa city and a large number of districts in Hasaka city, including those near the government and security centers, to the Syrian government.

Based on the report, the meetings were held in the presence of the Kurds close to the Syrian government, adding that they told the SDF officials that regaining control of the occupied areas was possible but Damascus prefers to retake them through political ways and negotiations.

It added that the executive council of the SDF has also informed Damascus that the US intends to withdraw its forces and evacuate its military bases from the Syrian territories.


This Will Sicken You-The Seeker-UK

Israhell does Piracy again, in International waters, again!

The USA, UK, EU, Russia, China, none of them are bombing Israhell!

China, so far, has kept their troops from invading foreign countries, in the present.

Russia, pretending to fight ISIS in Israhell, has protected Israhell, now that Israhell has lost it’s bid to destroy Syria, Steal yet more Syrian Sovereign Land, from loosing control of the Syrian Golan Heights, the evil of Israhell, has occupied since 1967.

Putin and Nitwityahoo are thick as the thieves they are.

The UN is controlled by the zionist, and is no threat to Israhell.

The USA, EU, UK, are all bombing countries FOR Israhell.

Hell of a deal.

World needs Common Law War Crime Trials!

Fair Trials, Fair Hangings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

John C Carleton

Israeli Footprints Seen in Assassination of Syrian Scientist-Fars News

TEHRAN (FNA)- Israel has played a major role in the recent assassination of a prominent Syrian scientist in Hama province, Syria’s media sources reported on Monday.
Aziz Asbar, head of the Scientific Research and Studies Center in Masyaf, also known by its French acronym ‘CERS’, was killed in a car bombing incident alongside his driver on Saturday night, Syria’s Arabic-language al-Watan newspaper reported Saturday night.

The paper said that Israel’s secret service, the Mossad, was suspected of carrying out the attack. Israeli officials refused to comment about the accusations.

Meantime, the Arabic-language Ray al-Youm newspaper reported that certain groups affiliated to the US and Israel have played a role in the assassination of Asbar, a missile scientist, because the CERS center, headed by Asbar, is linked to the Syrian defense ministry, and Israeli warplanes have several times bombed the center.

Since the start of assassination operations during the Syria war, different terrorist groups, including the ISIL, al-Nusra Front (Tahrir al-Sham Hay’at or the Levant Liberation Board) and other terrorists have used new communication and satellite systems which revealed the Mossad and CIA’s active role in leading these operations.

The death of Asbar is reminiscent of other assassinations of high-profile individuals in Hamas and Hezbollah. For instance, Hezbollah commander Imad Mughniyah was killed in a car bomb in 2008 in Damascus, and a Hamas official was targeted with a car bomb in Lebanon in January 2018.