ren wrote:
> I walk through the dark forest alone.
> The moon illuminates my path.
> I see her standing before me.
> Suddenly. An angel clad in white.
> Rising from the clear water creek.
> Gleaming blue and silver scales.
> A ****mmering blade. Rose petals rain.
> The metal is presented.
>
> One sword, one land, one ruler.
> United in our differences.
> I care for the sword as if a new born babe.
> I cradle it in white silk. Gitter falls.
>
> I carry this precious gem to the one who will lead us forward into an
age of
> everlasting peace.
>
> At least until the next big war.
> And I am he who walks backward in time. I speak through those who saw
too
> much.
> I am a scavenger bird. I am a voice in the wilderness.
> Hear me skwawk.
>
> GWBush, you are not the one.
The other night, I had a dream that you gave me something to protect
me from your scavenging claws. Without it, I would be obliterated.
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