Out past galaxies
there is another world where
angels fear to tread.
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Out past galaxies
there is another world where
angels fear to tread.
:eek:
Out past galaxies,
I wander, as I pen the
black manifesto
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Angels fear to tread
upon the stone, streets of sin,
woods are black and white
Black manifesto
Of my aching heart, pumping
Ink and blood; a poem
Ink and blood; poem
From the backdrop of poet
Harmonic duet
Harmonic duet;
Bass walking so debonair,
Flute blithe, free as air.
Flute blithe, free as air
Totally without a care
Fell into despair
(apoligies for the rhyming ... totally unintentional)
Fell into despair
While outside were strange beings,
The ones called humans.
The ones called humans
wading in their putrid filth
a disease on earth
A disease on earth,
And men came forth from their holes
Stricken with longing.
Stricken with longing
those dark eyes watch in silence
with unspoken pleas
With unspoken pleas
The stars beckon, tiny holes
To a better world.
To a better world
where sadness hangs not for long
in the pure moonlight
In the pure moonlight
dancing before the fire
with souls of the dead
With souls of the dead
Dark holes looming in our eyes
Don't let them escape.
Don't let them escape
Look at what they did to us;
Those brats broke our vase.