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Sunday Bloody Sunday, sponsored by U2

This Sunday a thought planted in my mind. Was listening to both U2 and George Harrison a while ago.

To quote Wikipedia here, "Two Independence Square, better known as NASA Headquarters, is a low-rise building in the two-building Independence Square complex."

First, they earned Independence from this World by battling the United Kingdom through their perilous fights to see every dawn's early light till the end of the World and now they are trying to earn Independence from the World by moving themselves to space forever - this time again through the United Alliances of Kingdoms like they have gone on to free Iraq with Great Britain's help and consequently all the world of terrorism and oil-fields, but with a difference now that they have allied with the United Kingdom who they fought against to win their own Independence and now to fight alongside breaking all laws of the land - the UN Charter and Human Rights that they had set for themselves after the World War 2 to become a guardian of the World.

And it is for the same Independence that France fought alongside them once to rid them of the United Kingdom and that Russia who helped them through their own efforts to save themselves in the World War 2 from being conquered by the Axis Powers to one day start the Cold War against Russia and never again to ally with France, which were two countries vehemently opposing the invasion of Iraq, only to break the UN Charter and all International Laws forbidding the Iraq War. The UN that they once proudly claimed to be their own creation and claim to fame as a result of the World War 2 - the League of Nations and consequently the United Nations which it stands today as being violated by their own creators who still would like to pride upon themselves as being the protectors and preservers of all kinds of rights in this World.

But are we really fighting the cause of terrorism? Iraq, Afghanistan but Pakistan, never? Yeah, Indians can't be set free from terror ever. We filled space with all the World and its matters by giving it shape and form, measuring who we were, who we are and who we will be forever by inventing the numbers. It all started with a zero that we invented through Aryabhatta and it will all go to a zero one day again, because all including the Lord in Vain.

So they created it to be a low-rise building because there is still some more blood left, they are not yet quite there still. Sunday Bloody Sunday, all Sundays are rising upon them still. More and more blood till eternity, until they free themselves of seeing by the dawn's early light, the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air to give them proof through that bloody night that their flag was still there, once, against the united plans of Kingdoms and now through united plans of conquest once again so they may free themselves of this World and its sins to one day float freely in space. But never see their loved homes for now where no mother would want to send her son to fight terrorism in all countries save Pakistan, because here in India we go out every day on the streets to combat terrorism that Pakistan will continue to inflict upon us thanks to American bombs and their constant support to help achieve Nuclear Superpowerdom even ahead of India, just so they can accomplish more blood in the name of Jihad. 

Sunday is free for them to say their prayers, but it will be bloody forever for us. Like U2, one of the Beatles (George Harrison to be specific) also said that since our problems have been our own creation, with power they can be overcome, the power that is love. But from what we hear and see, are we to really understand that you wanted Sunday to say your prayers? Because out here we can only see that you don't love the United Nations yourselves. All for self-love. 

And for the secret, Hitler exterminated the troublesome Jews for the love of Christ who was brutally assassinated one day only for all to remember the sins of the 'Son of Man' that they pray each Sunday to save themselves from becoming. Come on, we don't believe in your Christ anymore but yeah, do you too? So why in God is your trust still? Keep rising to be able to call it a high-rise building in the two building Independence Square one day, one building for your Independence and another for your ally - the United Kingdom to stand freely with each other for that one War of Independence which you fought one day against each other to proudly sing with glory and wave that star-spangled banner of yours with each passing day!
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