Stoned

God is stoned. He lost his balance. Heaven is a scam.
His psychotic energies are reeking havoc cross the land.
Power surges, uncontrolled, as another joint is rolled.
God and man at one, at last. Light the fire, feel the blast.

The sky falls down, the core flies high.
Mamma sings a lullaby.
Hush now, child, the womb and tomb are one;
Illusive fear become reality...

? Michaelette ?

2/16/2002
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