2012 Poem by Josephe Buchanan

2012 has many elves that stand short of telling the world the tall order of truth. I feel like this cataclysm in repose will take too many souls. We as humans fight the greatest battle with an unborn identity that has great supremacy. We ask God for clemency while the government becomes one with leprosy, a harlot and the disgust of Typhonian tunnels. May my loved ones live and may our theories of life be non-recorded as phenomena. We are truth seekers, pendragons and travelers. Earth is our laboratory and the closest station to the Christ tunnel.