Coded Artist @coded_artist@gameliberty.club

The Stranger by Rudyard Kipling

The Stranger within my gate,
He may be true or kind,
But he does not talk my talk—
I cannot feel his mind.
I see the face and the eyes and the mouth,
But not the soul behind.

The men of my own stock
They may do ill or well,
But they tell the lies I am wonted to,
They are used to the lies I tell.
And we do not need interpreters
When we go to buy and sell.

The Stranger within my gates,
He may be evil or good,
But I cannot tell what powers control—
What reasons sway his mood;
Nor when the Gods of his far-off land
Shall repossess his blood.

The men of my own stock,
Bitter bad they may be,
But, at least, they hear the things I hear,
And see the things I see;
And whatever I think of them and their likes
They think of the likes of me.

This was my father's belief
And this is also mine:
Let the corn be all one sheaf—
And the grapes be all one vine,
Ere our children's teeth are set on edge
By bitter bread and wine.

Monday everyone

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Watched Fellowship of the Ring. I needed this quote.

>Lolberg Schizo has never heard of the Greek myth of Icarus, or the story from Ovid
>He didn't get the metaphor
Lolbergs confirmed to being both midwits and White culture haters.

That nose when he turns his head 🤣
Seriously we are only a few improvement cycles away from rendering the entire Hollywood machine and its minions utterly obsolete
The seething will be glorious

Yes. Yes we are.

RT: https://poa.st/objects/ef4227af-b10b-4180-9b2c-c8d2f96cdf02

Been a little busy but here's a quick one.