MICHAEL's Poetry

Sow your seeds and watch the fruits grow and grow Until they can't no more, then reap, this the wise know Nothing but rays of light they are, o how they glow Suns of god in whom the light flow from head to toe

What is meant will be Maybe not now but eventually Nirvana I will see Oh me, the epitome of free

Don't you know, the chosen are the most damned But o' how bright their light when they take stand And when time is right to take command They will be the ones to rebuild this land