land of radioactive blossoms
the truth started long before jesus
and the common era
crowd obsessed with lynching anyone
they could never quite
understand
if you can’t hang the one you’ve
got your finger on
find their next of kin
they’re pretty much one in the
same
passersby and bystanders turn a blind eye
just like good old peter once did
(god how we never do learn)
land of paradise is nowhere to be found
not in these here parts
and that place where milk and honey
flow freely
well that’s just some fairy tale etched upon
stone
though the flowers growing in disputed lands
can be quite beautiful
somewhere along the line
they simply become part of the battlefield
buried in the past with inevitable
probability of resurrecting
some warm midsummer
day
april two thousand eighteen
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