Death, please illumine me.

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Death, please illumine me.

Some people are killed

While defending their own country

When they come to you,

What do you do with them?

"When they come to me,

I bless them and bless them.

I embrace them and embrace them

Until they are tired of my embrace."

And what about those

Who are killed

While attacking another country

And killing its people?

My question is,

What do you do with those aggressors?

"Aggressors?

I hate them,

I literally hate them!

I hate them to the same extent

That I hate Satan.

And when they come to me,

I turn them all

Into a huge football

And kick them and kick them

With all the strength of my Thunder-Feet,

Until I am completely exhausted!"

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From:Sri Chinmoy,The silence of death, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1973
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