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The Chorus of Forgotten Voices
The sweet sweat chorus of forgotten voices Bared and marred by torrents of ugly vices The agonies of today seemed to know an alien song Memories of yesterday was singing but out of beat Soon the pains of tomorrow will certainly dance To the agonizing rhythms composed in an orthodox club ‘cos our battered mnemonic ear of age long pauperism Has being spent listening to that tuneless song Sung as a song to the scribe of our soulless soul Hopes capsized again in the waters of the once true church The canopy gatherings of the great bi-colored religion Where we know we would find our salvation In the musty bibles where there were ghosts On every page and death on both cold covers This black Jesuit, our bullying gold rimed priest Whose communion we daily upon starving feast In a healing ceremony whose cure could be death And our efforts useless as a spare prick at a wedding But this golden chorus of forgotten voices unforgotten We will sing even if the lyrics were written in purgatory And composed inside the furnace of the nine hells This will not quite have Angels for stanzas To celebrate your lose lips that sink our ships With Aryan salutes to secrets once moaned In a Nazi torments on the desert winds.
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