Poems from EliotMcGonagall
Routine grinds the mind as a stone a knife
And leaves a spirit weakened and begrimed.
But the music flows and restores my life
With its...
Innocence lost to raw beauty
Cut the man from his low consorts
Alone thus, he met a tyrant
In the midst of unkingly duty
They made war,...
1. All hail the glorious leader
He who guides the world with his hand
He is the way, the truth, the light
And in his hands are keys holy...
As I floated
Across the rosy fields
I saw many angels, abominations, and averages
Forgotten to waking mankind
As I awoke to the light
I...