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Their hearts are made
of solid Stone
The mortar is of ice
Beneath their weight
The people groan
They pursue every vice

They hold the world
in their hands
Red and slick with blood
They subdue the
people of all lands
Drowning in the flood

Yes, they are the money men
They move with cunning feet
They and their offspring
Rule again
They're known as "The Elite"

They build their Fortress
strong and lofty
They live in the high Towers
They'll make them oh so craftily
Of Privilege and Power

They've hewn the rock
From quarry stones
In the deepest well
They've built
Their works upon our bones
They've risen straight
from hell

But they will find
their edifice
So beau-ti-fully wrought
When there can
be no recompense
Their works will
fall and rot

There will be
no hiding place
No rocks they
can crawl under
They will see God's
wrathful face
And be torn asunder!

My pain is only in this world
In it I'll be vexed
But I'll pass the Gates of Pearl

Joy Eternal's in the next!


SøułSurvivør
(C) 3/7/2018

There's a star gone Nova
Blazing in its death
Somewhere there's a baby
Taking her first breath

There's a tree that's
just been felled
By a lightning bolt
It's burning
There's a man
Who loves a lass
Weeping for his yearning

There is a mountain rising up
Beneath the ocean's depths
There's a promise
That was made
Which was never kept

There's a storm
That's moving in
To quench a Raging Fire
There's woman who is old
Burning with desire

However viewed, the universe
Under Nature's Veil
Is very like your own true face
However wan and pale

The Parables, the metaphors
The things that poets speak
Are in the moon and sun and stars
We have only to seek

When our sun goes Nova
When all mountains fall
We will, at last, perceive our God

The Ruler of us all.



SøułSurvivør
(C) 3/5/2018

not only cares,
He can do something

ABOUT IT!


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SøułSurvivør
(c) 7/11/2017