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The Old
The old dragon speaks The Old Lie:
There is honey in my jaws!
No more must it hunt its prey
The knights went extinct long ago
And now the rats are happy to scramble
slide
fall to rise
chase
only to find
teeth
and sans life, sans everything.
The old witch speaks The Old Lie:
Toil and trouble, I'll let you in!
Her house is sweet, and warmed by ovens.
If water is poison, how then shall she die?
And the children come like ants
from colony
without community
growing falsely fuel-fat
and water cannot quench a grease-fire.
The old man speaks The Old Lie:
Things were better once, we can bring hims back!
Over-ripening citrus in the sun - fruta amarga
Front tries to hide the rot with rind
And we all lined up to say His is the power!
His the glory!
Hail the reborn lord!
Hail the king of Casablanca!
So help us God?
So help us God
Copyright ©
Samuel Moreland
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