My fatal attempt at that thing called poetry

Swim with me in this royal pool of spells
Bathe yourself in his sin
come-
Let us swim in sync to Morning star’s hell

Too dark are these shadows
Please, let me guide you

His home has been declared our sanctuary
From all righteous and headstrong men

So for those of us who refuse to bow to man made myths
For those of us who just want sensibility and
actuality

I tell you now to burn these flags of stupidity
I want my laws of the jungle back
I want my ANARCHY

What is life without the right to rebel?
And what is love if I can’t take you to hell?

Life your life for YOUR truth
Refuse to help man with his own

Anarchy

May 14th 2009

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