Poem number 1000 – Part One. – It has no name.


Wings of purest silver, halo of gold;
Stand and I will deliver, for a soul I require a soul.
Forever rolling fields of the green, green grass of home;
A clone never feels alone, in a world full of clones.


Follow the star in your brand new car;
All that we are is loved in the dark.
Sanctity exists, if we believe in it;
Without a God to blame or praise, we would remain gifted.


Youth has come and gone too fast for us all;
In the end we find a way, to walk through walls.


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