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Funny Creatures

"Woe is our souls!" "Freedom from this imprisonment of slavery," "Lord," "Can You not hear?" Returning one from the Burning Tree Road, Downtown feet traveling to the lower class. Message of hope, Delivery day, Screaming & yelling all the way, Looking back, What been left behind, Facing sea impossibility, Crossing on dried ground to the otherside promised joy. After all this Loving Attention from the Contellation Beyond, The people wondering thought, Speaking in single accord, "No offends, but we did not think Heaven would take our words so seriously?" "Lets us go back to iron fist." "Signs & miracles yes we seen, God lives." "But the meat & potato is enough to live the past." Darken muse on my part? Or still many live Ancient Egypt?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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