Friend or foe?
How you took pleasure with us being together those...
I am a plant, aren't I God?
I always seem to extend my faith...
Love, Lust and Pride......
Is that what I'm after...
Erratic thoughts, flow
tranquil as the Thames...
I love the rain
As it falls down...
Prophets are beautiful outside
And dirty inside...
God
We are the lampposts in the streets...
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...
Can it be possible that God in all his mighty,
when he created men...
The Exception
By Mark Spencer...