BITE YOUR TONGUE

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Lucifer, fallen angel, tried so hard to be good

But servitude just wasn't in his blood.

A pebble in a dream, a mind that heaves,

all the unresurrected flotsam of a snow-filled freeze

cloying stench of death now

all that remains of war.

Time's eunuchs we are, for sure,

kids, just kids,  battered, scarred, no-man-mattered;

torn bodies cancelling love's deceiving ways ,

forsaking patriotism's cheating haze.

Hearts full of liberal regret,

Politcians...enthroned dilettantes who sincerely beget 

Frozen hearts in a whiteness of snow;

O! I never cry and I never laugh and I never kiss and I rarely sigh.

And I cannot die: 

Devote your nights to the fleurs de mal

Austere studies 

Fascinate these docile rhymes

Blind

To the ugly mirrors of the twisted  mind

The crawling men know...

Eyes glazed, a  sudden blow...

A child falling redly....

Deathly slow....

There you go...

 

 

 

◄ A re-creation

KEEPING THE FAITH ►

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