Sunday, May 15, 2011

The World Will Never Do

embrace the fate of that dark hour,
the moon is down,
i am a moon drop that reason the illusion,
in the affliction of these strange screams

brains were out on their crowns,
the head,
the very fountain of your blood,
his skin laced and his gash'd stabs,
malice performed too terrible for the ear

a torture of mind to say how much is done,
to believe the lie last night,
we hold our tongues,
you know your eyes are made fools

the sun 'gins his reflection,
your cheeks blanch'd with fear,
you must leave,
be innocent of the knowledge,
look into seeds of time,
we'll hear again the cheer.

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