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| Poetry Cycles - Mars West | |
| Written by Administrator | |
| Wednesday, 01 January 1997 | |
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It's a question as old as the sands of Mars
And has laid buried beneath the surface For ten thousand years and more Of erecting spires And painting mammoths on our walls. Now it rises from the bright red planet To dare us answer before our gods: What becomes of our special creation If we are but one of many, And how many Calvary's must there be To save a billion living planets And the strange humanity That struggles there? What green tentacled Jesus Stands rejected And waits in the garden For her Romans to come And play out their part in eternity? Upon this rock, so lately found, Ripped and tossed into the Antarctic cold, We will build our future and seek our messiahs Among the dying embers of an infinite universe. - 1997 - |
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