He was short and unshaven. He carried his home in a plastic shopping bag. At least he was truthful to himself. But pursued by reason. The ecclesia has been perverted under A topaz sky of camouflage.
Hybrid philosophies have won the battle, They rule and control showing no mercy.
So bind one more martyr to the pole. Sacrifice him to an old ideal. Let his ashes be blown across a land Where flesh is cheap, expendable. But pursued by reason. Stroll I walked along the strand.