Sunday, January 24, 2010

Prudence never came out to play

Breathing, thinking beings,
somehow denied en Eden,
Who measure their egos worth,
in percentages to the tenth decimal,
believe that they're seeing,
less even than blind men.
Can't feel the planet Earth,
drag their hands along the wall

Guardians in chariots,
rumble past us all again,
Armies marching by in step,
chopper blades that chop the sky!
In the streets shriek the harlots,
All the pleasure's really pain,
All the tears that will be wept,
should keep the Earth from going dry.

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