Corridors stretch and curb the ashes of Time
producing the vilest of disheveled voo-doo figurines
And worse still, those bleu-draped Swines
Pretend they teach, yet merely prance around with tambourines.
The Incorrect, they like to stare at fields so clandestine
Rejoice! The grandfather clock strikes three.
alas! The Swines have seized ye with bonds of clementines
And only if thou bend down and renounce thee wretched pleas
For nothing save an acceptable alias can ever deem ye cursed Free...
Second stanza
The last beauty, she rides upon a carriage adorned with shrines
remembering not but all the same; bitter-love remedies
Calloused hands, crimson-drenched robes, still cannot fly
Fastidiously elegant sent on trial for lack of decadence and Asbestine
"The fire, it scorches me," shrieks Methamphetamine
Her reverence cleanses the bitterest trees
strike, dear mistress; The Ringleader doth purge thee inner tendencies
And taciturnly liquidate the hides of treacherous bees
hithertho! Methamphetamine devoid of His guts and charm; now the misfit mistress
hurriedly, dandily, flees...
Third stanza
O! For none sounds so swell than a Minuet's chime
Her dear friend, how she craved, blessed by a jester's guillotine
Welled up like the ruthless rose, who could nought spare a dime
If only the Swines and their serpents, did not cut throats so pristinely
Instead establish a fruitless bond and unto cats multiply and breed
Her camel's cigarette billows; Marie Antoinette's death-entity
Tries to erase, naturally beaten; the Swines vaporised her cat-whistling reed
And now, wond'ring uselessly; her Beauty a decaying weed
Envoi
A stupid girl, a stupid boy, androgynous destinies
though first arriveth in thy house and engulf torrents of peas
Those futile swines and their hapless grotesqueries
Shroud every last conscious act, reduced to a Correct
praise thee! Cries Time; a heap of Rotwein fleas!
Points: 92
Reviews: 1510
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