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Post by Jacques Snicket on Apr 2, 2011 20:24:04 GMT -5
What Is A Title Anyway?
A lonely troglodyte upon the hill Swirling colors, senses thrilled The robed bandsmen play all night The light sings to them and out of sight The doors of perception linger open Like a tattered sail floating on the ocean Eternal resounds clamor along the edge Generals replete with victory form into a wedge Psychedelic sergeants dazzle purple skies Totems of rebellion congregate as they rise Lackluster yesmen trample on with glee As Isaac Newton lays solemnly dead beneath the apple tree.
A day has passed and I have thirsted for knowledge How, if truth be known, can we sustain the college Spires of fire who lived on earth died early deaths Shining visionaries and star prophets bled to their last breaths Who is to blame for this? The layman with his patterned tie Or the self-effacing Everyman, whose internal strength belies? Reloading crystals pay homage to delight Reliving with fury the Athenian "Right makes Might!" Pitying themselves their lives they dwindle on Yelping hawks pecking at the hearts they grieve upon, As they cry in blind feverish rage, "What is a title, anyway?!"
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