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Female Phantoms feel this phenomenon
Off and on, felines find photons that fend off automatons
Quick fix pawns that offend Empyrean
Forged with well-aimed kicks and small pricks to fauns
Futilely, we fake our way to the Dawn
And finally discover that the Freak Show is gone
Skin is stretched tight in the insides of mouths
Staring South, tearing muscles shamelessly recount
The Horror stories of the Young and Boring
Eight millimeter endings seem so imploring
Inviting, and lending themselves to frightful writing
How exciting to exist in the world of the Lightning
Constellations start lighting the skies and they’re brightening
Too fast for the math to collapse all the tightening
Of chests that protect us from our fates for the night
And the whispers that assure us that our way is right
Vivacious and vaccinated against Love and Free Will
In our valiant adventures, we choke down our fill
The vixens distort us with voices so shrill
And verify that none of our virtues are real
We can brandish the ideals they tried so hard to kill
But in the end, we’ve gathered, we’re just grain in the mill
- by SilvertongueSagittarius |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/13/2010 |
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- Title: In The Mill
- Artist: SilvertongueSagittarius
- Description: Just needed a third submission for my high school's literary rag (It had to be under 300 words), so I wrote this. It's about 190. Take from it what you will. In fact, tell me what you think it means, cuz I really have no clue. I just threw a bunch of words together.
- Date: 12/13/2010
- Tags: mill
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