We cast our eyes upon fingertips soaked in blood.
As the seed that we've sown finally begins to bud.
We turned our backs and allowed the tree to grow.
We took refuge in our respective happy places below.
As I lay here waving a model plane as if it were in flight,
Zeus and Buddha are laughing saying 'What you did was right.'
While I sleep I dream of gold dust and emerald love.
And in the end I find them only in the one true God above.
The ascension to things beyond earthly desires is hard.
But what isn't difficult in the creative works of the bard?
My mission is to make people cry, laugh, smile, and sing.
Never was my intention to make them feel the sharpest sting.
So listen as I write my latest tale of sex, drugs, and rock.
I know many people who do all three but I'd rather just talk.
Perhaps you can relate and perhaps you're such a person.
And I can tell you right now that my own story shall not worsen.
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