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Evolution

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"This is why you don't understand, what it is that I am,

From a tyrannical Yaweh, meant to rule Uncle Sam...


For the Harassers ravaged, a destitute world,

Gave freedoms to beggars, With all royalty hurled...


For the old and the order, the world and the new,

Found no such executions, beheading for you...


For the crawdads and cavemen, did writhe in their beds,

Thinking of nooses, that hung in their heads...


For the Perseus prince, and leader of MOD,

The son of Satan, and the father of God...


Did climb into heaven, and there he did wait,

For the beautiful sublime, and the glorious gate."



Poetry



Poetry


About the Author

My name is Wowie Mayer.  I see the world as a vast and mysterious place, full of danger and hidden clues.  These writings help me share that with the world.

"You are calm, amongst the wards..."

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