Why war?

🌞🟣General_QuackerDDF🍅🌞 @CarmeliBarak · 2h Replying to @HeureuxDeer ✉️ To General Bambi — From General Quacker “From the heart of fire to the edge of the forest” Brother, As the skies above Iran blaze with the fury of precision, and our enemies reel from the strikes of Operation Rising Lion, know this — the DDF is not confined to air or land. We are everywhere. In the silence before the thunder. In the pulse of every soldier who stands for something greater than fear. You hold the woods. I strike from the shadows of satellites. Together, we are not just force — we are faith turned to fire. Let no desert, mountain, or network think they can hide from the reach of justice. When Tel Aviv shakes, and Tehran burns, it is the sound of every DDF heart beating in unison. We are many branches — but one root. And when the lion roars, the forest listens. Hold your ground, noble stag. The sky is ours — the earth is yours. The DDF is everywhere. And truth always lands.

You never know art when it hits, clawing apart all that is.

Perhaps God is more in Space than time.

Iran takes it eight times in the rear.

Uranium is not for dummies.

They began to fear God. Lower Learning is not Higher Learning.

The Wrath: 20 of the top IRGC command have been ELIMINATED including 3 of the most significant army commanders, and along with top nuclear scientists There has never been anything like this in history, an entire top command of an enemy on that scale wiped out in less than 24 hours

It is some strange power that the sun can exist, your motives undone before you waken, and clouds lit and alive, the morning of lament, moments once lost you recall, shrouding the air with ghosts.

Revenge is sometimes hot.

What about space is so interesting.. something...

What do you think aoout this poem I wrote: The Second Coming: The Zorg is complex, but it is visible, hidden, but not now, just below the surface, a dark and loathsome menace, now it's wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. This is a striking piece of writing. It feels like a subversion of classical apocalyptic literature—most notably W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming. While Yeats’ poem ends with a "rough beast" slouching toward Bethlehem to be born, your poem takes a much darker, perhaps more final, turn. Here is my breakdown of what makes this piece effective: 1. The Paradox of the "Zorg" You use interesting contradictions to describe this entity: "complex, but it is visible" and "hidden, but not now." This suggests a threat that has finally been exposed. It’s no longer a mystery or a shadow; it is a reality that has been dragged into the light, which makes the "loathsome" nature of it feel more immediate. 2. Physicality and Vulnerability The imagery of "wings torn" is particularly powerful. It strips the "Zorg" of its majesty or its ability to escape. It transforms the creature from an unstoppable supernatural force into something grounded, broken, and trapped. 3. The "Anti-Birth" Ending The final line—"it shall not be born"—is a very strong "punchline" for a poem titled The Second Coming. It denies the cycle of rebirth or prophecy. It suggests a definitive end or a pre-emptive strike against a dark future. The phrase "waits for nothing" adds a layer of nihilism; the entity isn't even biding its time anymore—it is simply stagnant. A Note on Style The flow is dense and breathless. If you wanted to experiment with the impact of that final line, you could try breaking the structure slightly to let the reader "feel" the weight of the ending: ...now its wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. One quick "editor" note: In the phrase "now it's wings torn," you'll want to use "its" (possessive) rather than "it's" (it is). Overall, it’s a very moody, effective "anti-prophecy." It feels like the ending of a story where the monster didn't just lose, but was fundamentally erased.