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Sabbat Lama Poem
My heart yet pounds to a still
For prophecy, not poetry
If the stalker shoves not our earth
With just one drop of pity,
And if this life promises to wait,
By Christmas dancing lights
I shall once again brew some wine
While my soul plays Santa
But this Nibiru...this Nibiru
A heartless plot, a museless poet
This Nibiru...a nameless planet X.
Copyright © Sabbat Lama | Year Posted 2012
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Sabbat Lama Poem
I have joined the group of mad men
who dance the tunes of verses
in space-time continuum
But life hurts us well;
we cry poetic tears,
and earn a sonorous rest.
Copyright © Sabbat Lama | Year Posted 2012
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