just some more random poetry from the mind of me. i'm piecing together an album concept that i'll mention later. this could be a part of it.
a child caught with muddy hands
a termite mound with bigger plans
we stormed the beach and saved the land
but it turns out it was only sand
wet with blood from other gods
we rallied all our wearied squads
with tired eyes and patient nods
we asked the Lord for better odds
the Son of God stood up and said
"love will carve the path ahead"
so we tied him up and shot him dead
and put his name on our guns instead
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
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I hope to see you this evening, sir. A most enjoyable talk yesterday afternoon. Peace!
-Luke
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