Autumn Magic poem four
A prayer to the Elohim …
help us in the
whirlwinds of water
and fires of destruction.
too much steam…
How to prune the masses
A man who is a Doppelgänger
Causing chaos, discord, and division
Racist and hypocrite…
Send you peace of heart and mind….
conceivably good people will become
The powerful and not the defeated.
Magic comes to console and make
A sword of justice of
nobility and goodwill
Make us whole dear diplomatic Elohim.