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Rhetorical questions bring egomaniacs alike.
Philosophical answers divert the point.
The world, full of useless minds in useless ways;
Poverty is just a symbol of blind divinity
And god, an empty soul looking for a way out.
The pope plays the fragile notes to the symphony
While turning his back on the empty.
There are no answers to anything.
The void is eating away the roaches of the night
And the sleepwalkers crowd the streets.
The thighs of the mother crumbled in cruelty.
Birds fly cross continental pathways to bring unwanted messages
As the third eye bolsters victory to the masses,
20 million arms puncture the skin of life
And the young are prepared to serve.
Notes shared among thieves danger the progress.
Without stability is the fear of us all.
Being unknown, and proving there doubts.
Jesus died for a dead race, three nails not saved.
Vacuum the dust and find your dead for Rome has fallen.
ask urself
You have a great way with words and your words challenge me occasionally. I love the passion of your early work, your maturity shows as i read through your later works but i miss the freshness of your earlier work.
whatever the case I like your style.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."