Alan Bruce Thompson
The College Of Mars
Behind the doubly locked doors
Behind the triply thickened walls,
Deep in a cavern underground,
Buried in the heart of the mountain,
Met the founders of the College of Mars.
They conspired to create that special something,
That most valuable of things.
Which each and every soul would want.
Worth even more than the breath of life,
That thing beyond the dream of Faust.
How could they create envy in each sinner's theme?
How could they turn all will to clay?
How could they quell all wish to resist?
How could they rule all lust supreme?
How could they make people want a dream?
They would say this was a gift for only the few.
Only they would award it, but never to me nor you.
It was only for the selected, this gift from Mars.
From the red planet, the god of battle, covered in scars.
All would want, this invisible sacred thing,
The whisper of the stars.
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