by Chris_Andrew
@ 17.04.2008 - 12:08:20
THE PROLETARIAT’S PRAYER
O God
Smash through
That brick wall
Of my heart
Demolish the tower
Of my pride
And – above all –
Make me redundant
BILLIONS - CLICK
The meaning of life
Is not just survival
It is to stand alone
With billions
Who have everything,
Tasteful with colour
Take riches from shelves
And travel high speed
Vibrating their bodies -
I like to stand with them.
Click on my sunset
Relax.
And we
Who evolve
Who cure ailments
With a beam of light
Are lonely
Because we do not touch
Our white heart
Or a place
That never changes.
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