I asked the Lord, “why Am I always being smacked Around? Am I not Your son?” He said, “Son, Your power is greater Than all
When I am on my Own, my words dance from my mind To my tongue, fill the Air with joyous song. When I am with
Born into exile, I walk among the pillars Where our heroes fell. My head is bowed, yet Unbroken am I. I watch, Listen, learn secrets
Radiologists, Not drone doctors staring at Computer screens, but Antibodies. We’ve Been shrunk, and are conducting Diagnostics so Your exo-suit can Get back in the
Think of a room with No center, only corners. Anonymous space; Corridors endless, Everything angled. Airplane Terminal. Here is Where I’ve spent the last Four
He always wanted Something worth dying for. But He was alive, in Spite of himself. He Wondered if the French Foreign Legion would take him.