07-23-2025, 02:56 AM
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The devil hides in liberation.
Be wary,
among innovation he sows
while children laugh and billiards play
nerve endings feel every bitter pain.
Behind locked doors the wicked wake
new terrors unheard, unseen
form tomorrow to cinder grey.
Advances upon lifeless foals,
democratic auspices and human offal
rots like rust on La Niña
in the port of Cagliari
before we took her to Sardinia.
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The devil hides in liberation
be wary, for among the beauty
he sows, in the name of medicine
nerve endings feel every bitter sting
while children laugh and billiards play
the wicked wake behind locked doors
a terror unheard, unseen
forms tomorrow to a cinder grey.
Advances upon lifeless foals,
democratic auspices and opal clergy
who cry for help, only heard by helpless,
the quiet corner beset with predicament toils
hark! In search of reveille.
A far-off beat of forgotten drums
to a once sung melody, undone
by the modern wonders and tribulations
of today, tainted in need of cleansing
vanity stricken veins fathoms above
the surface pulsing battery acid,
lithium hums and neurosurgery
shunning God itself.
The angels cry through eyes of repentance
while the hearts of men are incised
only to be corrupted by the marvel-
a sham. Saturday disco technophile.
The devil hides in liberation.
Be wary,
among innovation he sows
while children laugh and billiards play
nerve endings feel every bitter pain.
Behind locked doors the wicked wake
new terrors unheard, unseen
form tomorrow to cinder grey.
Advances upon lifeless foals,
democratic auspices and human offal
rots like rust on La Niña
in the port of Cagliari
before we took her to Sardinia.
*******************************************************************
Original
The devil hides in liberation
be wary, for among the beauty
he sows, in the name of medicine
nerve endings feel every bitter sting
while children laugh and billiards play
the wicked wake behind locked doors
a terror unheard, unseen
forms tomorrow to a cinder grey.
Advances upon lifeless foals,
democratic auspices and opal clergy
who cry for help, only heard by helpless,
the quiet corner beset with predicament toils
hark! In search of reveille.
A far-off beat of forgotten drums
to a once sung melody, undone
by the modern wonders and tribulations
of today, tainted in need of cleansing
vanity stricken veins fathoms above
the surface pulsing battery acid,
lithium hums and neurosurgery
shunning God itself.
The angels cry through eyes of repentance
while the hearts of men are incised
only to be corrupted by the marvel-
a sham. Saturday disco technophile.
Crit away