The Gods of Baoliam

Irony; walking through this secular desert of landmines and quicksand With trap doors amid every dwellings room; inviting, its tones in temptations This lusting to touch, taste and feel.... Beckoning from the mountain tops unto the masses; awaiting birth?! Come sample our nectar as we pour it upon progressive perceptions in these Potions of pleasures to lead they by their eager hands; galiesta whispering Gently and assuringly as casting one into tomorrows valcano; desires designed By modern day tribes transcending; subtle to be charmed in, mesmerized.... ============================================================= ....“The Gods of Baoliam” ~