Nine Eleven ( Part 2 )

As only death can, From the body’s clay land, Death only releases, The true fleeces, Of the pieces, Of the clay! For mind over matter, Can only scatter, As seen in the latter, Natural matter, Of the 9-11 scatter! No chosen few, In 9-11's a-do, All are carnal mind’s inclusion, If you suffer under carnal mind’s illusion, It’s the world, In peril, The bad girl, Doing death’s reverse swirl! Come out of her, For this will re-occur, Time and time again, As death spins, Strife’s gin! For God did not do, This unto you, Is caused by your view, And carnal pursue! As a poet I must sow it, I am not oblivious to it, Love is my concern, But as a world we must turn, And learn, Untill then, death has it’s turn! One final word, and hope you’ve heard, The suffering of flesh, Also cuts a big gash, In my flesh, As teeth gnash! But there is a cover, The lover, Of mens Souls, The inward master, Love, From above. Must gov, With love!! 6-27-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com