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
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