The Mausoleum of Seculars Dreams
Crooked teeth upon rotting smiles....
Bearing their canines for the throne to behold
The petrified flesh of these fruits they share
Decomposing souls, which might have once been
Had they ever learned? Had they ever known?
Caught within these crowds of invisible things
Chasing leviathans Loch Ness dreams....
While the martyred they cry for the countless ones
And the Angels prepare, their chariots but still
These ferocious tongues that fill the forest with fires
Of wanton visions, within the mausoleums of their own
Identities, reflecting from a reflectless mirror, carry on....
But their hourglass of opportunity is soon to run dry
The thorns among the flowers of Heavens child
While the swords are sheathed, and the horses are bridled
Clutching, onto their last bit of dust, and unaware
Had they only heard? Had they only understood?
These crooked teeth upon their rotting smiles
An end, to the victorious vile...."Within"
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The mausoleum, of seculars dreams!
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Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2009
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