I kept a comic book inside my brain
and read it faithfully until the day
I dreamt of god and bombs, and chemicals
and woke from slumber in another way
the clock was ticking fast so time was short
and buildings don't collapse upon themselves
I stuffed the knapsack full of glass and nails
and found the rest on local hardware shelves
I took the subway down to seventeenth
and walked up to the level of the street
where hundreds, maybe more were passing by
I entered the World Bank and took a seat
before I pulled the cord for god and me
I took the time to pray a little more
and as the glass and nails and death prevailed
he thanked me for my righteous holy war
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