rebootied

…another angel approached me.
This one was quietly but appropriately dressed in cellophane, synthetic rubber and stainless steel,
But his mask was the blind mask of Ares, snouted for gas masks.
He was neither soldier, sailor, farmer, dictator nor munitions manufacturer.
Nor did he have much conversation, except to say:
“You will not be saved by General Motors or the pre-fabricated house.
You will not be saved by dialectical materialism or the Lambeth Conference.
You will not be saved by Vitamin D or the expanding universe.
In fact, you will not be saved.”