Thursday, September 04, 2014


My spirit’s congested
My body molested
By thoughts of delusion
A cosmic illusion
Water becomes wine
Like diamonds in coal mines
It’s all in my own mind
Let’s pause to rewind
To first manifesto
We come from incest, though
The last fruit forbidden
From them nothing hidden
Quite possibly sublime
Could they have stopped time
To purchase for mankind
A way out of this bind?
Assessing the damage,
Their failure to manage
Their sins by omission
Though cause for derision
It won’t stop the mission.

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