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Prometheus
All these gifts, All these blessings in disguise
His mysterious ways, his sadistic delight
From the trees of eden that give a graveyard sigh
To the centipedes within me that just do not die
The students of the earth bicker together, both dung and honey flies
They buzz together, they fly together but alone they shall die
Oblivious to better sunsets, oblivious to a better day
Unkn...
Friday 8th May 2020 12:46 pm
Simon Bette's Cry of the Lost Lamb
On thy knees
Prays the lost lamb, reborn anew.
A young man of God with white 'round his collar.
Often he looks to the father
I look to the father
And I pray for more fun.
A son of God must have more to do, anything more interesting
The population of this city churns
Wishing that they could be more than what they are now
The lambs cry as I once did
I must not recall
...Monday 22nd May 2017 2:34 pm
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