diabetiyeti (diabetiyeti) wrote in ghostwriters,

For Freedom is His knight...

Backwards think I have it,
Ghost who writes through me,
A greater poet He,
Prose I write is doctrine?,
Written should in stone?,
Judge it for its' merits,
The marrow from the bone,
Am I still a farmer,
If the corn won't grow,
Am I still mechanic,
If the car won't go,
Plant will I the seeds,
In the hearts of Men,
God may help them grow,
See what happens then,
Argue for my side,
Of course I think He's right,
But He must be invited,
For Freedom is His knight,
Will this prose be gathered?
Perhaps when I am gone,
When the fat worms feast,
And dance beneath the lawn...
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