The Wrath of craven Masses Arise All hunting for the Sacrifice What thought or Image Should be cast Like Books Upon the fires of the Iconoclast As poet arise blazing Edgar Allen Poe in Eyes Just as a raven crosses a Grave... Searching for within whats saved To savor the flavor of putrid Flesh The Poet is obsessed for words to caress Arousing his compulsive Chicaneries And bearing a touch of Poe's Insanity
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to most this poem will be a mystery, But I have Penned for the ones who comprehend....