I am told that,
"Everyone sees differently"

"A different song, each sings"

If this be true...
of a different view...
Why do they whine
of the same damned things?

Bring to me
this He or She
That sees a different way.
That I may hear
sense be said
and not hobble what I say.

Bring me this one
who is free to dance
upon a corpse
thats rotten...
where the "precious" gives life
to "insignificant" plants.
Where flowers and weeds
are begotten.

Bring me one
who can look upon
a baby's body,
as it lays broken
by mortar shells
and ego's swell...
and no word of
doubt be spoken.

One who could,
with hoe in hand,
chop the child,while
singing praises.
Then plow the babe
beneath the land
and await the moon
to show it's phases.

Bring me this one
who knows the
Light of Life
and has no fear
of Death's bell toll.
Who is not shrouded
by the veil of heaven...
For it has rolled back
like a scroll.

I would love
to meet this one.
There is so much we need not say.
We could sit and watch
all of those who run...
'til they come take us away.

Then we could laugh
and dance and sing
at the thought of the
ones they "captured"
While they continue to cling
and feel Death's sting...
waiting to be raptured.

Ah,
but the golem can only function
by what is granted unto him.
Its focus is dependent upon
the implanting of the shim.
So, understand,I see no "error"
in whatever sight is shown.
Its just that seeing as I see...
I so often feel alone.

Ah,
the shim is being changed
Perhaps this one has a better fit
Yes !
I do not think myself so strange...
as I pout and whine a bit.

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