A Shift In Paradigm
The beast thought about it
There is a certain pride that prices the unChrist thought
Status to control the mind
Must dazzle largely on the eyes
A manger has some cinderella gleam to it
But nothing today slithers from the myth
Because the world has lost belief
Because reality is a cinder
From a burning sheaf
The beast ceased to ponder and plodded away
Across the hills of Pakistan's grandeur
In the valleys of Afghanistan's splendour
The beast bleeding bed to die.
In this culture nothing
Can be born again ... the beast has tasted acid rain.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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