Monday, March 29, 2004

Saints- by: unknown forgotten

I bit the bullet
And it broke my teeth and came out the back of my neck
I caught the arrow in my hand
Or so I tried
It kept going and sliced two fingers off my right hand

You were a saint
You used to be
So was I
Back in the monestary in our vow of silence
I could levitate and turn water into wine
You could heal the wounded with your spit and slight of hand

Now we're desperate men
Changed hearts and confused minds
So I tried one last attempt
To prove my worthiness in life

I bit the bullet
It didn't turn out so well
I caught the arrow
Now I'll be handicapped for the rest of my life

I meditated in a field of lilacs
I levitated once again
I rose high above the ground
Higher even yet into the sky
A large gust of wind came from the heavens
And blew me off the horizon like a speck of dust

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