“Let me get this,” the Old Man said. “You are promising the human race that, if we will just surrender, you will take care of us and make us happy. Right?”

“Exactly!”

The Old Man studied this while looking past my shoulders. He spat on the floor. “You know,” he said slowly, “me and my kind, we have often been offered that bargain. It never worked out worth a damn.”

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The Puppet Masters - 1951

Robert A. Heinlein  1907-1988

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If God be for us, who can be against us?…we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. 

come lay beside me

let my fingers

caress your sorrows

working through

deep creases

releasing all stress

your breath carries

massaging tense shoulders

and unspoken hurt

buried in your chest

pulling pain

from silent reservoirs

of former loneliness

I am here with you now

there is no sadness

my laying of hands

can't resolve

in love there is only purity

a bliss found

in eternal connection

let me tenderly kiss

all that delays

your thoughts

from slumber

together, we

conquer fear

as my fingers

work the tendons

making them pliable again

cupping hands

to your heart

feeding you warmth

and beauty

to quell midnight aches

come to me,

whisper your concerns

you never need carry

them alone again

for love conquers doubts

sending a tsunami

of tenderness

wave upon wave

to flood your soul

for in love