MAYDAY 1519: FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 6, 2019

Trade war. Trade war as ne’er before seen. Thanks to Don and his band of brothers the planet’s become, no man’s land. Futures rise and fall on demand,

with news. Trade wars fester. Tariffs; renewed weapons; clubs to bash collectively … the heads, of man.

Trade war. Trade war as ne’er, ere seen. Thanks to Vlad’s man Don, Urantia’s become, no man’s land. Futures — on their commands —

rising and falling with news, real and fake. Trade wars of economic attrition may, nonetheless, trigger, real war … for man.

Trade wars of economic attrition may trigger bloody real war. We have, in our collective hands, as if, two boxes; one’s, Pandora’s; another, Arthur’s.

Hers is labeled, ‘Pandora’s Box’. His, ‘Pangaea’s Panacea’. The choice is clear. We must, open, Arthur’s.

Ye have in your collective hands, as if, two boxes; one’s, Pandora’s; the other, Arthur’s. Hers is labeled, ‘Pandora’s Box’. His, ‘Pangaea’s

Panacea’. The choice is clear. Ye must, open Arthur’s if ye hope to timely, save yourselves and save, too, Pangaea.

There’s a lot of irony and an intelligent design, seemingly, in everything, natural. Even one unschooled, still, senses Him, in everything.

Everything tho, is a lot of things. Natural, physical things; and metaphysical things. There’s a lot, to everything.

Everything; a lot of things. Natural, physical things; metaphysical things; as dark matter and dark energy may be or not. Not unsurprisingly —

there’s a lot — to everything. Lots of irony; astonishingly, intelligent, design; evil; tragedy; love and comedy.

Lots of irony; astonishingly, intelligent, design; evil; tragedy; love and comedy. Everything’s a lot of things. Natural, physical things;

metaphysical things; as dark matter and dark energy may be or not. Not unsurprisingly, there is a lot, to everything.

There’s an intelligent design in all this evil tragedy — love and — comedy. Everything verily, is lots of things. Natural physical things and even

metaphysical things; dark matter and energy. MAYDAYS: a Cabal’s apology, and prayer, to a planet’s, citizens.

MAYDAYS: Apologies from Vlad’s Cabal for their respective roles in a system that subjugates their citizens and a prayer to the citizen-stewards

of the planet. To allow those who have subjugated them — to continue to govern them — the planet’s … stewards.

MAYDAYS: Apologies from Vlad’s Cabal; for murder and mayhem. For endemic corruption. For systems that subjugate their denizen, citizens.

MAYDAYS’ prayer from the de facto governors of the planet: Allow them yet to serve in the governance of their citizens.

MAYDAYS: Apologies and prayers; from Vlad’s Cabal; for murder; mayhem; corruption; and systems subjugating their denizen, citizens.

Apologies and prayers from the de facto, governors of the planet: They apologize and promise, not to abuse, their citizens.

MAYDAYS: Insincere apologies and insincere prayers from Vlad’s Cabal for all of the murder, mayhem and corruption; and systems

subjugating their denizen, citizens. Apologies and prayers; from a Cabal; apologizing and promising, not to abuse their citizens.

MAYDAYS: Apologies and prayers; from Vlad’s Cabal; in an algorithm; in a poem, epic. Apologizing; and promising not to abuse further, their

citizens. Insincere apologies and prayers from Vlad’s Cabal for all the murder, mayhem, and corrupt systems, there.

In MAYDAYS, Vladimir’s Cabal’s members, to their crimes, confess. And also, apologize. They pray they be allowed, to continue, to govern.

Not hung from the nearest tree. To that end this algorithm; this epic poem; so that one day the children, over their own children, may govern.

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