Crises abound
Some have found
Purpose beyond
A muddied mirror lake
And forests fire baked
Which would you rather be
A soul soaked in debris burning eternally
Or an uprooted tree bound for carpentry?
We are all atoms
drawn into ourselves
our emotions lines of stratum
thick we peel not easily
spent we crack and surely reveal
our inmost self deep
heavy gravity
centers in
idols pull
innermost sin
inertia impossible
freedom far
Power came
Morning Star
I see you like the moon sees me
As I slipped underneath that lily
Beauty doesn't like war
love doesn't like hate
greed doesn't like giving
mockery doesn't like faith
The book was written with you in it
You were an important character
But you forgot your role
You only saw yourself
Chance doesn't give more chances
Sovereignty doesn't let you lead
Chemicals turn the world around
What makes man help man in need?
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
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