Thursday, October 30, 2008

12. Sober Eyes, Miser Heart


Sacred Mother!
Cry and crucify my passion,
Love, hate, pride, tears;
All dilute to a point beyond infinity.
The bell chimes towards dim,
You save my massacre tonight.
Super scalar cyber-messiah
Leaps the devouring flames.
Absent was the irony possessed -
Lost was the courage,
The savage within,
Kept in high spirits
Rock to the beat of the dying heart;
Spades of stone obstructing intellect
With sharpening avenues...
All you need is one barbarian
Pay up all the forsaken dues,
Marooned beyond recognition
Burnt beyond demolition
Scared beyond apprehension
You are!
White flocks coming around
Wands in their hands
Practicing craft
Bloody hands slaying all
Is he watching,
Or standing tall?
You are!

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