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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “The Waves” The waves are full of viscous hyperbole - the looped feedback reeking vicious bleeds into hungry sharp-toothed grins wanting pure metaphoric new feeds. What is a novice to believe? Love reflects Love? As below So above? Fighting the incessant misery, Lionlike a demiurge swallows its own serpentlike tale – and crows - "believe in me". What is a novice to believe? Hecate holds a new book full of lost Sophia syzygy keys, casting her ill-born progeny into a soiled world purring and hissing, walking un-straight lines into the corruption of unwalkable deep burley seas. Her eyes mirror yours incessantly, while You, the unreadable read lazy Skys of blue. She touches your soft bare sandy watermark calm waters rippling stormy deep beliefs… Though, you would disagree - through The Great Sleep. What she dreams, seems to be becoming real, it brings you to your knees ... late prayers arrive like unwanted help. The Lost are hung upside down seeking vindication like Peter - You find yourself, now holding his keys. Angels arrive unceremoniously, in their much looked for legions heaven sent ... in moments of divine agony, they stand in front of you like precognized warnings, burning all with their glorious torches of Love - all too late; without Books in hand – some revolutionaries let their fires loose, unheralded, they make it through … The Gate, after the cock crows. Three times ... and, You’re out. The majority hesitates. Candide Diderot. ‘26 “Before a rooster crows, you will deny Me three times.” Matthew 26:74-75 (NIV) “Something is here I can hear them breathe Something is here But I'm not scared Beg to your gods But I don't believe Nothing in here Can help me now [Chorus] Cold warning comes Cold warning comes for me Cold warning comes Cold warning comes for me…” (excerpt, “Cold Warning”, Gary Numan)
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