How much more time must pass before we meek finally inherit the
Earth? So many generations we've sacrificed waiting for our
oppressors to tire themselves of exercising every depravity upon
us that it seems we might be stupid after all. Must we grow teeth
and become as our enemies in order to end our suffering? Must we
adopt the ways of the ones whom we despise? If we became them, we
might escape our torture, but would we not also lose ourselves in
unbecoming? Once evicted from our hearts, dishonored peace would
lose its last refuge and disappear forever. It is our duty to
persist and survive no matter how vast the evil grows around us.
It is our privilege to take the blows without returning them in
order to cherish and protect within ourselves the glowing spark
of that most precious of ideas so it may have and keep at least
these humble homes.
Wrong will be right,
when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar,
sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth,
winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane,
we shall have spring again.
I've lied through my teeth my whole
life.
My dentist complains that I lie too much, and as a consequence I
hardly have any teeth left. I try to be more honest, so that I
can salvage the few teeth I have left, but being truthful is
difficult when you live in fear of being judged.
Brother: I have nails and I know
how to use them. Me: I have teeth and I know how to use them. Brother: I have a broom and I can wack you with
it. Me: I have a foot. You have balls. I think we have
a clear winner here. Brother: *Waddles
away*
The only thing I hate about brushing my teeth at night
is that I won't be able to eat chocolate at 3 in the
morning.
Doesn't matter
I'll do both of them