Stem cell and the minister
Came the hour he had the power to hail the latest cure
But the peoples choice had heard a voice, his god was not so sure
As common sense came off the fence and ignorance did shine, the disease that in his head did please made fast the fault in mine
For he believed what he perceived as being holy grail, but never seen
within his dream, his ship it bore not sail
To dream one's dreams in endless streams where l never seem to shake
If l sleep and smile pray wait awhile before you call awake
For a world surreal holds much appeal when truth becomes so frail
and life doth drape a somber cape as one's brain begins to fail
Yet this heartless feat leaves my mind complete and l sense the slow
So with a mind still sane l will dream again and embrace the new divine.
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