In the palace of grass they chant hymns of paradise. <br /> <br />Stop the pain, can you feel. <br /> <br />What forms guide you through the jungle. <br /> <br />Can you see the birds in the sky. <br /> <br />Can I make out of the absurd something real like mickey mouse, or a tank, or a collective of stars. preaching to iguanas over murdered dreams of god, ridiculed in front of evil. Inmpotent scum. <br /> <br />Twisted mesiah arise.<br /><br />Vincent Silvertop<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arise-22/
