From a front roe seat, there was not the least of an eye strain. In a familiar place, I observed what appeared to be bullet trains.
In plain view, seated in a church pew among the wise and the few. They were racing through and around what 'once upon a time'.
throughout the land were 'Holy places and sanctuaries most divine'. Their headlights were bright but also both deceptive and delusional.
Their railways were dark, and only the 'elect' could clearly see and detect the reality of an orchastrated and demented intent.
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A nice poetic imagination, Johnson. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Thank you, Jazib for your comment.