Will the bard once told us:
"Music hath charms
to soothe the savage breast".
But who will sing the verse and chorus
to spell a world in disarray?
In this twisted season of idiot's tales,
our aching oversoul cries out
for sane and cooling anthems
to still the throb of molten *******
fevered with fratricidal pride.
Author of the cosmos, soothe us now!
Whisper dulcet songs of peace in our ears
that none can deny or misconstrue.
July, 2015
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
Will the bard once told us:
"Music hath charms
to soothe the savage breast".
But who will sing the verse and chorus
to spell a world in disarray?
In this twisted season of idiot's tales,
our aching oversoul cries out
for sane and cooling anthems
to still the throb of molten *******
fevered with fratricidal pride.
Author of the cosmos, soothe us now!
Whisper dulcet songs of peace in our ears
that none can deny or misconstrue.
July, 2015
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