his brow Skin soft and white, eyes fire and ice Just as I recall Not longer than nine score Certainly food for the gods And fit for a prince Her throat
blood-stream. Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state. Another glorious advance for civilisation. One small step for man. One giant step for mankind. For
Remain trapped in these three dimensions Mention I once stepped past, now viewed as insane. Trained human pets scurry to cubical for food pellets. Next funeral for
link you bought, from the Jew for 80 G's was only appraised at fourty-two Gazed upon by the eyes of multitude of people, who would trade gold for food