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I heard you coming long before you appeared because off your suffering groans the lovely clanking of your adornments. A call and response from mouth to bound ankles. The pleasure cloaks the pain. And... what have you then gained for the struggle. All those burning lashes across ones back to  teach hard lessons  of loss and gain to climb from perdition with determined zeal as  baying hounds dogged your heels and still. Wasted lessons Lost recollection   Repeated folly nothing  retained amnesiac. Dejavous persists to drag you beneath the tides off chaos  defeat from victory. Willful battering of heads on stone walls. Come witness Your Babylonian demise your self same recesion bought out and sold away to material gain and  things with diamond studded wings  of chilling indifference. Weak dilated eyes lacking wisdom of vision lost to boxed in divisions ***** clawing upwards on the backs of hope folly. Divest yourselves of baubles and karats tied to sticks. Wiley tricks played on selfish ambitions. Come home and rest by the warming fires of flamboyant flaming Rome. Come home. .
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 3:33 AM UTC
Come sit and remove your yoke and golden shackles
I heard you coming long before you appeared because off your suffering groans the lovely clanking of your adornments. A call and response from mouth to bound ankles. The pleasure cloaks the pain. And... what have you then gained for the struggle. All those burning lashes across ones back to  teach hard lessons  of loss and gain to climb from perdition with determined zeal as  baying hounds dogged your heels and still. Wasted lessons Lost recollection   Repeated folly nothing  retained amnesiac. Dejavous persists to drag you beneath the tides off chaos  defeat from victory. Willful battering of heads on stone walls. Come witness Your Babylonian demise your self same recesion bought out and sold away to material gain and  things with diamond studded wings  of chilling indifference. Weak dilated eyes lacking wisdom of vision lost to boxed in divisions ***** clawing upwards on the backs of hope folly. Divest yourselves of baubles and karats tied to sticks. Wiley tricks played on selfish ambitions. Come home and rest by the warming fires of flamboyant flaming Rome. Come home. .
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 3:33 AM UTC
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