I am a plant, aren't I God?
I always seem to extend my faith...
God made the heavens in which we awe,
and the Earth in which we stand upon...
Erratic thoughts, flow
tranquil as the Thames...
Can it be possible that God in all his mighty,
when he created men...
Prophets are beautiful outside
And dirty inside...
God
We are the lampposts in the streets...
Should I say it?
Should I...
He explodes from blocks,
Leaving the field in his wake...
Decapitated heads sing a hymn,
filling the feeling felt grim...
I am dirt, just a dirty girl....
That's what I said to a spiritual...
I love the rain
As it falls down...
The Exception
By Mark Spencer...