how about..
talking bout..
the things that
make our minds
flutter about..
singing in the brain
storm troopers
marched in Spain
the protestors..
did shout and hold
back a gentle refrain
for the powers that be
were blind to see
that the youth
had gone mad
and Christ's disciples
hold a certain cruelty
beyond knowing
what was fact
or superficiality..
the dreamer woke
and did so solemly spoke
that more of hell's gate
did unfortunately broke
from the seemly
underbelly and masterly
joke..for it be told
that the kindness of
religion is do unto others
before others do unto you..
silent slave the auction
draws us near..for you
are to be sold..for what
ever price they can exact..
a pound of meat is now
4.99..how's that make you
feel..oh sweet darling of
mine..hate me..love me..
tie me to the post..
what's left is the leper
of agony..the choosen one
said..carry thine own cross
carry it well my son..
for it will all soon matter..
in the known universe..