The World of Layonara
The Layonara Community => Poetic License => Topic started by: lonnarin on November 29, 2006, 10:36:07 PM
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And ere I met the Harvester Queen
Eager for the answers I'd ween.
Would you grant me security, mommy?
Yes baby dearest, you are safe in my arms.
What of theocracy, eternal harmony?
So shall you I shall deliver from harms.
Should not the Word be taught in my school?
Yes, State is God, under my rule.
So we dance as one, Church and State,
and naught but beaurocracy knew my fate.
I became as the Lord, my God predicted...
not a man, but a number to me afflicted.