No divine punishments,
no divine rewards...
Really, I'd be satisfied
with nothing to look towards.

I hope you don't come back to us
in platinum ships of glory,
and herald Highest Heaven's Host
or depths of fiery gory.

Leave us with our lives, I ask you;
that would be much better.
And if it's not too much
might some us live on forever?

Let the nasty brutish ones
pound themselves into dust.
But let the ones who choose
to live in peace, rely on trust

have half the Earth
and separate the madness from our stock.
And if we keep our promise
let us need not watch the clock.

And if any of the others
who should wish to leave the war,
would ask us but sincerley
we'll open up the door.

And if any of our folks
lose the dignity or will
to keep the noble compact
they may exit over the sill.

Honestly, we don't want much--
less, indeed, than you've offered.
Keep High Heaven,
and Pandemonium,
and, please, take all these coffins.

04/28/2010

Posted on 04/28/2010
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