Good Friday Data Packet, Livermore Action Group
Listen as you surf the Internet and press the remote of your cable.
I am a data packet that wants to be delivered into your electronic arms.
Open your gateway. Let me stream into your memory. Hold me forever.
Here on this sacred abalone ground where we receive each other
with a single message. You already know what it is.
They will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not take up sword against nation, nor will they train for war anymore. — Isaiah 2:4 & Micah 4:3
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