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I don’t understand this place. You call it reality, others call it Babylon, I call it hell. I heard “Imagine” today and I cried. For two reasons: Only here could a man dedicate his life to one love and peace, be shot dead. It would be so easy for us to have the Imagined world, all we’d have to do is soften our hearts just a little bit. And you like it here. I saw a rich chick stand on the sidewalk, next to her was a broken man, waiting to die. A fraction of what she wore on a finger could have fed him for months. I got some snadwiches and milk, and we ate in silence. I think he was Jesus. No I definitely don’t like it here. If this is your ideal world, I simply can’t be with you. I love you, I just can’t do it here. I was taught early on in my life to stand and fight if I see an injustice. But there is so much wrong being done today. I wasn’t born in Nazareth, I am a simple warrior poet. So I will write about the fight, for it is in my nature to do this. My heart saddens every time you speak of this place with such affection.
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The Celestial Phoenix
