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		tingling dreams as
		waves of thought and
		redundant lines
		wrathful storm bends
		the souls for purchase
		by unwanted beings 
		granting thoughts sublime
		in introspect 
		and test the fables might
		
		green grass
		on fertile lands in 
		soundless motion for a
		thousand worlds
		kissed painfully as
		faces turned in loss
		follow in the wind blowing
		none but fools who 
		prey upon the weak
		who seek the sky to
		guide the mind
		
		echo in deafened ears
		the hollow thoughts
		turn to ignorance
		of condescending mood
		while simple
		blinded eyes perceive the 
		panoplies of color
		bent to guide the fervent 
		prayer of heartless
		guile in slowly circling 
		egos bent upon their own reward

		the Shamans twist in trance,
		sway to long forgotten notes
		of natures play
		as storm clouds brew 
		on wars' horizon of 
		greed to fight 
		one day the young to die
		in foolish politicians games 
		who play for keeps
		in swirls of rhetorical delay


© 1995-2001 A. Hominid G

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