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The Sermon on the....The blossoms of our youth will fade,
To be replaced by fruits of our work on Earth;
In time those too shall rot, and we will rot with them,
As corpses in the ground must.
Yet life is not to be forgotten as a dream,
But to be cherished as the only chance to win.
To win not kingdoms or the love of men,
But that which is called wisdom by the wise.
To suffer with the world its days of life,
Know its pleasures and its pains as your own.
The seven deadly days stand at my door,
And every breath comes with a pain in my heart,
But there comes a time when blades no longer cut,
When leaves fall freely from the tree of life.
Wake up, eat of your food, and drink another's wine,
Give lies, steal, and sleep well at night.
To live so simply when one must die to me is good,
To live so well when one knows death to me is wisdom.
Wake up yourself, and see truth before you,
Think of yourself and of your thoughts;
Then, think of another's loves and hatreds.
Give teaching, even when you cannot teach a fool,
I Too Am HumanI too, am human,
And I hold on to Truth,
To Beauty and to Love.
I am not you,
And that is frightening,
But it is the uncorrupted Truth.
I Love, and Love is beautiful,
Though sometimes strange;
I too, am human.
Dear HumanityYou may say I am a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. --Lennon
It 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 puddle
Of this pigsty.
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