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Nine Eleven ( Part 1 )
Nine Eleven The day of 9-11, Maybe a message from heaven? Mind strife’s payday, Being the only way, To get the mind’s attention, today! Certainly not Love’s will, This mind disturbing pill, Untill mind’s lust is filled, Seems man’s fate is sealed, In this mind bogging kind of deal! Just the harlot’s legs of earth’s leaven, Seems to carnal mind it’s from heaven, Melted to the ground, Maybe now love’s truth be found, A city of mind’s strife, Cut down by strife’s knife, In the absents of love’s life! Natural bodies scattered, Only particles of earthly matter, Certainly does not to love’s flatter, All this scatter of matter! The carnal mind sows The carnal mind reaps, While Master Love keeps, And sweeps, The true matter, From the body scatter! Nestled in heaven, The true particles of 9-11, The true leaven! Is not lost, At any cost, Love is still boss, It’s just a floss, Love is still here, My dear, And so are they, But strife had to pay, In the natural and usual way! The carnal mind’s way, Set to pay, For death is all it say! As it say, It sows, Death, that cannot be bleeped, Sown of the foolish sheep! 6-27-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
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