3 Scenes
a magic potion
of celestial motion
sitting in a golden chair.
taste the flavor
of god's favor
and feel his cold blank stare.
enter scene 1
and the prodigal son
as we watch them fall to the sea.
A third will cry,
a third will die,
and all will taste eternity.
watch the maker
make the watcher.
"You can't run from me!
for I am the rider,
the one inside her, \
and the great O, N, E."
Scene 2 is a doozy,
try not to lose me,
as I elevate your mental state.
I don't know how, but all will bow
to this machine that's fueled by hate.
In scene 3,
I crush it
and ultimately rise above it
-- "In this corner the CONQUERING SUN!
this i must defend,
for Truth is my end,
and it can never be undone."
Copyright © Lloyd J Bonds | Year Posted 2015
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