i heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth,
phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth.
i’ve seen the rapture in a starving baby’s eyes,
inchoate beatitude, the lord of the flies.
so what does it mean when your mind starts to stray?
kaleidoscoping images of love on the way.
brother you’d better get down on your knees and pray:
1000 more fools are beeing born
every single day.
bad religion – 1000 more fools