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In the proud of the night (well past the community allowance of social mirth) curfew has been ignored on mass The town is flooded with its near full population on the streets A tension Intelligence is lost in the mob formation all tender that something is frowning that a ‘big thing’ is about to happen How do you speak out in this field ? Town Cryer An old fashioned post but still held Professional, he strikes out a pound against the atmosphere Might I hold your attention Good People Gods People may I bend your ear ? Upon my authority Mark my words And As Goodly subjects of our fare town I ask that you return to your abodes Account for your household Barrier your threshold Tend a warm hearth And wait out this night Praying as family As unit bond And union under Gods kind eye The Cryer has given direction Repeating to all the gatherings he comes upon By his office he has told them to swear off The public move Infected by the nights vibration Addled and inflamed Disperse Crowds coward together And relax apart Walking foal, new to footfall Unsecured Sparks in the dark Unguided and untested Weapons into the criminal night New spawned characters Fused Laughing giddiots, scolders, prancers Diners, not surgeons Fledded on venoms Sense riders As their individual monsters grow they distance one another They pepper Repeating the town Strays of mess opportunity Few go straight home A remattered night is made place An unpracticed costume horror No dress rehearsal here ! A remattered night is made
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Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 5:13 PM UTC
Town Crier [BabelTolls]
In the proud of the night (well past the community allowance of social mirth) curfew has been ignored on mass The town is flooded with its near full population on the streets A tension Intelligence is lost in the mob formation all tender that something is frowning that a ‘big thing’ is about to happen How do you speak out in this field ? Town Cryer An old fashioned post but still held Professional, he strikes out a pound against the atmosphere Might I hold your attention Good People Gods People may I bend your ear ? Upon my authority Mark my words And As Goodly subjects of our fare town I ask that you return to your abodes Account for your household Barrier your threshold Tend a warm hearth And wait out this night Praying as family As unit bond And union under Gods kind eye The Cryer has given direction Repeating to all the gatherings he comes upon By his office he has told them to swear off The public move Infected by the nights vibration Addled and inflamed Disperse Crowds coward together And relax apart Walking foal, new to footfall Unsecured Sparks in the dark Unguided and untested Weapons into the criminal night New spawned characters Fused Laughing giddiots, scolders, prancers Diners, not surgeons Fledded on venoms Sense riders As their individual monsters grow they distance one another They pepper Repeating the town Strays of mess opportunity Few go straight home A remattered night is made place An unpracticed costume horror No dress rehearsal here ! A remattered night is made
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neth-jones
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 5:13 PM UTC
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