Distracting filaments of life
Seize obsequious delights,
Growing the primal instinct
Of subservient twilights,
Where crimson ecstasy
Is bought, as long as I control,
The swaying of the pendulum
And sway it, too my soul.

Now forlorn grounds of subterfuge
Impinge upon the night,
Strengthened clans imbued, refuse
To lay down in the fight,
Capitulate, throw up their hands
Concede the fight is done
Stand upon this hollowed land
And siphon everyone.

Since this avenue is known
I welcome everyone,
Incorporeally I moan
“I’m THE unrisen One.”
Join my clan, obliterate
Let’s tally up what’s left,
I’m patriotic and I hate
This life that I infect.
28/02/09 ADO

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