2002-11-25

Making wormwood dreams
Out of the pieces of another life
Old shoe strings and an
Almost familiar smell
I rode them down
To the place of myths
And bathed them in the light of legends
I fed them the sweet milk of allegory
And let them sleep in cloud beds
Until they were ready to take on the world
I gave them weapons
Called reason. logic and imagination
Amoured them in Kevlar hope
And sent them into the world
To slice open closed minds
Do some real damage to this paradigm
And spead the word of Love
To all their victims

~Matt Magus

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