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The Third Commandment
Not Take the LORD's Name in Vain
Mathew chapter 7 versa 6: “Do not give dogs what is holy, and do not throw your pearls before pigs, lest they trample them
underfoot and turn to attack you.” F.I Tutchev, Silentium! “A thought that uttered is a lie”; Shakespeare, Hamlet “What do you
read, my lord? Words, words, words”. A. Makarevich Flag over the fortress: “It is easy to think you are weak, to change out this
world, Lower your fortress’s flag, so unique. Unlock gates and unroll.”
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The freedom granted us at birth – is, our conscience, will, and mind.
We seek, we err, we change our goals, within a question Who am I?”
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The frozen shots of Space and Time, - past life milestones not to hold, -
Erect like idols cast aside, thy spirit suffering and bold

When souls and thoughts have worked enough: year after year, day after night
Your conscience clearing little stuff, your gaze is crystal, heart beats right.
You know yourself; you know your guts, your every bit your every bite
You’ve finalized your faith in mind that gives you hope for further light.
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Having structured that, be silent then, don’t spread your goodness. Only smile!)
As a wise man said: “Remember, men, “A thought that’s uttered is a lie!”

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The priests, rabbis, and shrinks control with blinks of winks, your tender soul.
They tell you what is your main call, they play you like a basketball.
“How to work, to live or pray”, what's good, what's evil, what to say
In essence, they keep false gateways to the ideals you obey.

Umpteen religions you may search, but faith is hard to match with church,
While lawyers won’t defend “free will”, to the religious they will kneel.
Besides, the Worldwide Internet is famous now for thought patrol,
Feeding Big Brother datasets, to take free wills under control
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Beware of that, keep mouth shut tight, don’t spread your goodness. Only smile!
As a Seer’s seen (and he was right): “A thought that’s uttered is a lie!” –

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What do you read, my lord?” — “The words,” swore Hamlet on a venom sword.
He drank a poison, like MozArt, Who’d music-scored his thoughts, and heart.
Words can't explain the fears that make you shed your tears
Don’t volunteer to shake in fear: do not declaim William Shakespeare

In front of mobs in public, at kingdoms or republics.
Your words with meaningless appeals will soil your virtuous ideals.
They hate your guts, deride your God - to them you’re different and odd.
While any pig or idiot can mock you and your sacred thoughts.

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It is, indeed, not very wise to use your God as a sacrifice.
As a poet said (don’t be surprised): “A thought that’s uttered is a lie!”

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