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Humans,humans, oh so small growing ever big and tall, such wonder of all surrounds awalking in the steps of hounds, What mind there be of fashion? what heart is there of passion that formed you as eternal in bones with covered dermal ? Ah,what wretched strength of wrong to think demise of truth so strong that wilted Garden of Eden when lie seemed greater greeting? How staunch was thy cofession in covered clothed agression ? Could the Heavens reign supreme or thy thoughts of better dream ? What paradise can there be ? What pro and con , look and see ? What doctrine has better sound ? Can not man see with God around ? Through the ages come and gone in all their shrouds of tinkling coins, when revival sounds were heard none denoted prophetic word. Humans, humans , oh so small, growing ever big and tall , such wonder of all surrounds still walking in the steps of hounds. |
wretched fossils polished white in the strata of the night whose fibrous being Blake had fed like lineations left unread | Posted on 2009-02-21 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ] | |