Friday, November 21, 2008

Curiouser and Curiouser

A watery tank sits in a field
The thought eater of the world
At the edge of all existence

The Devil's hands cannot touch it
Neither can God's

It hums loudly day and night
Overbearing it's victim's plight
A single man at the edge of the world

A whirling dervish rides to the edge
Leading an army of God's angels
Against the Devil's forces they march

The tank sits in the middle of the fray
Humming its song

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