Unnumbered army etheric;
Dost thou oppose his rule?
Prefer then the nerves a-prick!
Utmost, adverse, school!
Dubious battle on those plains?
Heaven, must ye fall?
Throne afire? Wait for the rains!
Field, get rid of all!
All is lost? Nowhere I've seen.
Unconquerable will.
Only in a dream, machine!
Immortals, pay bill.
Vengeance study? Thus requite.
Courage, doth submit?
Hatred, sing in me and fight!
Enemies to quit.
Nine full days and nights ahead?
Tartarean gloom.
Tonight we dine with the dead.
Red lighthouse a-tomb.
Abashed, devil? But you stood!
Awful, history? Good!
Naga tomb, thy neighborhood.
Nether regions, brood.
the kids are going nuts
one almost keeled over
one inquires about the whereabouts
of the large-caliber pipe pistol
one gives the spheroid
a handshake and hug
the arm like an tartarean
eclipse with a surreptitious
star-nosed mourning
mole on the end of it
one gives the projectile
a high five, invented by a
basketball player with
four fingers
but what about him?
who is he under the
cycloidal velvet? how did
he get this gig?
did he expect models
draped over vintage tanks?
rubenesque ladies straddling
the missiles?
can he take the costume home?
who is responsible for it's wash?
does he put a cancer stick
in his touch hole in the car park?
does his lady-indoors
own a rammer?
he wishes the day would end
go home for a grapeshot
that he could be elevated
at forty-five degrees
and sent airborne towards
the automatic doors
When I chance to meet the lifeless streets
The darkness brightens my individuality,
With the weeping breeze that passes over
The onliness ceases my verity.
I come to know myself as a shipwrecked survivor
The illusionism forebodes my ingenuity,
Being with the eluded moonlit that hide behind
The secrecy revives my divinity.
Thence I ensure the crowd in the celestial sky
The brightness condemns my dignity,
With the drifting clouds pouring out
The anomy confines my integrity.
I see myself as a blamed mortal
The paradisal itinerary fated my sole entity,
Being with the pursuit of quiescence
The holy trinity pursued my purity.
Now when I chance to meet the crowded street
The resurgence evinced my immortality,
Being with the gracing rays of the day
The nascence bestowed my inhumanity.
Thence I ensure the lifeless streets in tartarean land
The grievance demoed my tolerability,
Being with the inherent demesne
The eternity unveiled my anxiety.
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