The Myth - December 3rd, 2000
the crystal forest is crying
spirits soar above
trees drink of the weather
souls whisk about the underbrush
drink fire
flaming sword of war
slices off the head
of our president
breathe blood
lurking in coral caverns
a scaled serpent sharpens his teeth
predatory grin
sniff death
ancient curse tattooed on modern man
gods are spinning the wheel
inside a human slaughterhouse
"orderves anyone?"
hear dreams
misguided men, fruitless fathers!
sky is grey, crops grow tall
prophets warn, the locusts swarm
a vile spectator
crumbling statue
marble wings, wooden shields
useless defender
the demons came
they took me by osmosis
and trampled my hallucinations
stole my ideas
tangled me in a web of reality
battles raged on those days
dragons fell to the forest's floor
and heroes returned with their dead
the peace had come
the
death
had
come
floating
cotton clouds
childish blanket
Mother's warmth
We walked through ravaged cities and holy places
The people who lived here were war heroes
every last person fought till their death
and
in
the
end
Fans fluttered and Stars shone brightly
the Moon smiled and went to sleep
as the Gods agreed on a peace
