Thursday, March 14, 2013

Were you in the building
When Samson stole the sky?
I watched the stars fall down to earth
Like tears from Samson's eyes
Pillars stranded, sliced like hair
Covering his bald disgrace.
When Samson brought the ceiling down
We put him in his place.

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