Week 52
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Mute my mania; anyone could be my lithium
Listen up: aim and I shoot bang to the tedium
Tranquilized, angel eyes white with the medium
Auld Lang Syne was a leyline to Elysium
The simple song that I sang circled the sun
Put a fang deep in the terminus, rains weep in their tongues
So let it be-- what once was is not passed
Phantom pains in the intervals, champagne in the glass
Word up to the phantom power, the holy ghost and the grail's curse
Jail-birds singing like they could post the bail verse
Pale was the fire, hidden with my agenda
Glimmered like the lantern and death was my vendetta
Stress got my body in knots, lights to the headache
That's the price of the quest pushed a polyglot to the heartache
Language is literally a fabulist's trap,
Put a weapon of war in the hands of the basilisk when I rap
And I'm out-- back to the airwaves with a lingering chord
I wave goodbye as I walk along the edge of my sword.
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Submitted December 28, 2019 at 04:30AM by PaladinBen https://ift.tt/2ZwsWE0
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