Religion (written 1997,edited today July 25th)

Make me a dragon so that I may fly,

Beyond the sound of a human’s last sigh.

And away from where all the people die;

And where the wind is the devil’s last cry.

For what do we do with no words to sing?

Well, I’ll be riding the dragon’s wing,

While I hear whispers from angels sing-

“Wise men are coming, with gold they bring!”

Honestly, they live inside all of you.

And I care not if these lies are true!

For I’ll be there when the world is threw;

On the dragon’s wings where the wind just blew.

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