Re-Membered (John Raymond Pollard) 2002-04-01 Sweet Medea, I can see Passion's cast a spell on me. People think that it is strange, That I should want you near. You ripped your brother limb from limb And never shed a tear. As we seek the golden fleece, Eternal love, and lasting peace, We worship gods; we flee the king; We feast and make good cheer. We pray to be re-membered In a million, billion years.