Dear HumanityYou may say I am a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. --LennonIt breaks my heart to hear you say that,And your throat must grow sore,So, Im sorry, dear humanity,But I think I might be more.I cant bear to see you suffer,Not even for a day,So, Im sorry, dear humanity,But you just cant stay this way.I will try and help you out,You will fight me till the end,So, Im sorry dear humanity,And to you my prayers send."I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an emperor.--Chaplin
The True MartyrHe danced with the naked ones of the forest,And in the city he made truth and diamonds and gold,He sowed seeds of Satan and God on the ground,And his own tales he told.He bowed to no scripture, and made no sacred vow,Into the world he wandered and out of it he went,Telling of paradise made by his own hand,As if by God he was sent.He told of the city of stars in the Heavens,And he told of the bottomless pit in the ground;Then he laughed at his own foolish ideas,And he gave us a world round.He took away our crutches and glasses,We burned him and gave him nails to eat;He smiled, and whispered hoarsely:"We all in Heaven sit."
Stars in the PigstyLovely are the stars at night,When they burn in the sky,But they are lovelier in the puddleOf this pigsty.
Fifth HorsemanOn a hill, under stone, I sat alone and wrote,Of life, of love, of death, of war,When driven by some grand design,I saw five horses on a field below.I asked my soul, "who owns these?""Four old and secret forces in the world,One with a bow and a crown pure yet dark,That battles with the will and kind heart;To him the white steed belongs. In him,Conquest burns.""Another, his name you know well;His crimson sword has flashed,And killed a hundred in one blow.It is to him the red horse owes its color,For he is War, who paints all in blood.""This one belong to Famine,Whose black fingers scales of silver hold,To judge the worth of life against a meal.""This one, to Death, who shall have all.His is the pale horse and his is mourning,For in his embrace die all things, whether good,Or bad."I laughed, then, thinking my heart a fool,To so lead me, but the fifth horse remained."What of the fifth?", I asked, for that fine steed,While smaller than the rest, caught my eye."Loo