A constancy of **** lies
Is their ****** disguise
Adamant their shadows to shun
Are blinded by a perfidious sun
Till these tranced beguiled abide
To His self-righteous "suicide"
Though the charges are absurd
Ne'er a word of inquiry heard
Before seditious truths emerge
They corral to sound His dirge
A puppet procession in a stream
Do they of electric sheep dream?
The invisible chains in silence stay
Until ascension sunders them some day
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 7:39 AM UTC
A constancy of **** lies
Is their ****** disguise
Adamant their shadows to shun
Are blinded by a perfidious sun
Till these tranced beguiled abide
To His self-righteous "suicide"
Though the charges are absurd
Ne'er a word of inquiry heard
Before seditious truths emerge
They corral to sound His dirge
A puppet procession in a stream
Do they of electric sheep dream?
The invisible chains in silence stay
Until ascension sunders them some day
Copyright (c) 2013, Ashish Gupta
CC BY-NC-ND 3.0
If Salvador Dali dabbled in poetry!
