plowshares

The doctor put metal in his back that will not rust.The sargeant sent him to check the fuse.Well,he got lost&went&pissed somebody off&paid his dues.In God he put his trust but now he only wears one shoe.The weapons of aggression do not compare to the stench of polluted streams steaming in the air.Is that smell coming from me or you?Pure dreams of peaceful means&powerful scenes where God makes the old new.