shine, shine, shine
oh smiling face in the marble
don't you know you're being stepped on too?
still you smile under all that trod over you
what is it that you hold?
some rock hard moral
(and lo!
the ravings of a madman are considered thusly as such!
where none may hear it as the Word of God
but these are not my words.
these are all to be found in books and poems
written by clergymen and soothsayers)
dot, dot, dot
the stars in the sky
one thousand minions of god
a calvery in armor of shinging white
on a battlefield of black















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