Socrates died in the ******* gutter,
his head smashed on the marble
pillars of the Parthenon,
blood soaked the streets of Athens--
the **** of the city was dry,
the **** of the city made wet
with weeping.
The river ran red down the legs
of Athena, the rose of mysterious union
made her genius shudder & contort--
bloody was the sunrise,
bloody the terrible roofs of
marbled Athens.
The jeweled night was loud and furtive,
the philosopher's blood made stains
on the nation, rusty were the gates of
the aqueducts, the asylums.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
Socrates died in the ******* gutter,
his head smashed on the marble
pillars of the Parthenon,
blood soaked the streets of Athens--
the **** of the city was dry,
the **** of the city made wet
with weeping.
The river ran red down the legs
of Athena, the rose of mysterious union
made her genius shudder & contort--
bloody was the sunrise,
bloody the terrible roofs of
marbled Athens.
The jeweled night was loud and furtive,
the philosopher's blood made stains
on the nation, rusty were the gates of
the aqueducts, the asylums.
inspired by "Master of My Craft" by Parquet Courts and "Peace Frog" by the Doors
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