You want it- With the scales or you’re back- The glowing cross on the stain glass window- With scales on you’re back- If the sky cracks- The glorious hand will pick you up- From all this mess- It’s that tongue that slithers- In out of the words- With the carcass of its former owner- Held by broken images On broken hinges- The way of its meaning- To and fro- Under broken- Spoken words- -In uncontested, printed sound bytes- Whether it….the star and crescent moon- Whether it….the crucifix- Whether it….the chosen ones- Organized to be the political weapon- Vying for the biggest chunk- In God’s aching country?- -Decided,- -And transmuted thru contact lenses- -By the few- To climb the highest mountains- To kiss the purist sky- Planting our apple tree- For more of our offspring- With out ever offering- The lessons learned- Climbing- Up there- -The apples eaten- -Decided- -The trees chopped down- -By the few- Echoing- Man’s perpetual and eventual despair- Judge, jury, executioner- All to be saved?-Birth sign: Libra
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