The Agora

Sun's life is long, but ends We're immortal! This race pretends In this sanguine world The Jolly Roger's now unfurled Corybantic, our fate Sundial's shadow is marking late The Great War is now past The mad globe paralyzed at last This unweeded garden Awaiting the Royal Pardon Gloom and doom ride the broom Where the vultures disturb the tomb The blind shall lead the blind To a dank swamp of empty mind Foul fiends who need glasses Sell Anarchy to the masses