a mystery


Our league



Conspiracies do usually succeed
if only they are thoroughly constructive
and the schemers can be sure to get away
and be the only ones aware of how they did it,
like in this peculiar business going on
now at the hospital about our patient.
When my closest friend died now four years ago
he never told me what he suffered from,
I was informed too late and not before he died,
and the resultant shock was the more terrible
since I was well aware I could have saved him,
but he never told me even though we met
less than a year before. In this case, fortunately,
everything is obvious, and we were in time,
the healing has begun already,
and we know what was behind it,
how the hidden spiritual processes resulted in
these circumstances already resulting in
a better cure than anyone hade hoped for.
Everything, of course, can be explained by chance
and luck and fortunate coincidences,
but we know the truth behind the curtains,
how reality was all staged from behind
by machinations only known to the initiated
taking part of the mysterious league of universal healing
which is mankind's and our planet's only hope.




Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-12-20 at 10:09

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