THE GUN OF HEAVEN
If I say the sun is the gun of Heaven and that
I carry it like a weapon' would you believe?
The world is filled with worshippers - all
those militant Gods from way back when.
Demands and pretensions. Assumptions
and claws. All mankind ever has been
is the slave of all these notions.
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Take cover. This Life is just a worship of
the Sun - the God of everything relies on
us - but not the way it seems. We are the
slaves who modify the made world, the
black ants who just crawl and swarm.
Arms on the apple, a break from
the norm. Delight in the big
broad morning at the
coming of the day.
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