Under England

By Mnemora

Sometimes I sit alone in my head and think...
Why, I cannot comprehend, people seek to find solace in a lie.
In a swirling chaos known as reality,
there is no "divine ruler", how could there be?
Maybe if people weren't blinded by the starlight,
glaring at them from thier crosses
they'd realize that a long time ago,
under the stones in England,
the myth was already solved.
The druids sat back laughing at the silly christians
with thier ash-smeared foreheads and wrapped up the meaning of life with a simple statement:




LIFE IS, WE ARE.

don't try to change it

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© 2007 hzr
Published on Wednesday, February 21, 2007.     Filed under: "Spiritual" and "Poetry"
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  • blue On Tuesday, March 20, 2007, blue (1409)By person wrote:

    Love your name btw.. moonmoth. i dig it.

  • blue On Tuesday, March 20, 2007, blue (1409)By person wrote:

    ha. this did make me smile =) ~b

  • carlosjackal On Thursday, February 22, 2007, carlosjackal (2788)By person wrote:

    Like it!! Brilliant sentiment...Welcome to DP!!

  • A former member wrote: 'knife-truth'. You cut to it. Appreciate this one. -END

  • A former member wrote: perfect title, perfect piece.

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