One summer day weary drifter
walking into town
Upon a bench I notice
From the beginning;
Scholars of the land
armed with quills scribe the church;
and the orders that hail from the crown.
Actiones Secundum Fidei
In a state of honest thought as eyes
place themselves on the bronze fountain,
self reflection in the liberated flowing crystal water
As it has been;
and too the end
savages playing parts of civilized beings
tying down mother earth with fences,
unruly attempt to harness forever feral land.
walking into town
Upon a bench I notice
From the beginning;
Scholars of the land
armed with quills scribe the church;
and the orders that hail from the crown.
Actiones Secundum Fidei
In a state of honest thought as eyes
place themselves on the bronze fountain,
self reflection in the liberated flowing crystal water
As it has been;
and too the end
savages playing parts of civilized beings
tying down mother earth with fences,
unruly attempt to harness forever feral land.
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Author:
Lovett4166 (
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- Category: Reflection
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