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Collapsed beneath the blare Of its rusted toll The heartless beck and call It carves my deceitful paths Fit for these haggard And docile treads I stagger away From a full day’s blow A youth in decline Battered, bowered and slumped Down the slopes I embark Bound by fate Driven, by my dearest of chiefs…
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All the best For her bountiful days As she steamrolls poised From shore to shore All the very best For whom she seeks Housed in their valor And forged in dismay And yet the shadows Lurk, in each rose-laden verse I dispense Bitter-cold and false All the very best Rings, untrue Withered and trite The…
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The child dies unanswered In the whirl-wind of man Hysterical and blind Even still they labor To their tune of death As war clouds prowl Unfazed and starved We are helplessly interned Reverent and mute At the storm of their treads Bound, for peril’s embrace We are told To bury our rage As slaughter unfolds…
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I’d rather take off Into the jet-black scourge The unknown remnants That shadows each dusk Than perish unsought for And dulled with age Faint and hollowed Useless and numb I’d rather take hold Of the reigns And pierce the unslain The eternal trail of night In place of decay Of a merciful death Tranquil and…
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Wading to solid ground From the tussle and pull The strife of former seas Through winded breath I’ll labor ashore In defiance of fear Bound, to a life-long oath For distant fellowships I steam ahead Beyond the bleak waters That have snarled my time
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Perhaps I’ll die Forever interned By this lifetime harboring curse In maddening haste Amongst the wicked And braced for flame For pitiless eons of longing Few triumphs linger For sorrowful palms To be lovingly coddled In docile hands Too little remains For those mute With apathy’s scourge Burrowed In their fault-ridden bones
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Rough notions are forged In this furious skin This scalding Brutalized flesh “No hard feelings lent” Coasts along A treacherous refrain A mask, for servile wants Within their vise I am warmly bound Before vengeful walls Endeavoring for blood In the clutter of words Sheer panic unfolds From the daily swell Of the common man’s…
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None, can drive away This living shroud All But her withering soul The faithful Tried and true saint Never sullen or meek Nor astray in her verse Ever-true and pure In her kind loving words I may dwell assured Gifted The morrow’s grace Although she withers In league With these woeful treads She courses Devoid…
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There is no, shortage of beggars Pleading with all Their desperate might Ahead the curse Of winter’s call It’s ever-howling Fear-inspiring lust Hunger Troubles their world’s As prey within A tried and terrible foe The restless shame Beneath, the spires of saints Gilded and warm In spite of all terror
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He swelled with colossal dreams Devoid of remorse Untamed, unkempt and shrill In spite of his somber earth The sunlit scourge He abundantly gathered He dwelled among titans In ivory crowns Stern and jagged Through mankind’s Unmerciful course In spite of all terror within His call to arms Prevailed Untarnished and full
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