The desk of a despot must be black mahogany, according to some
Dividers, ink blots, folders defunct, bearing titles like "torturous slums"
"subordinate scum" "disorder and guns" "dissolvent rackets"
Perestroika through scalding acid, one of Stalin's tactics
Ethical cleansing room service attends to sunken log cabins
One hundred longshanksmen sung along:
"It's summer, lords, come - summa cum laude for lost passion"
I know homeopathists, rabbis, planetary scientists and shamans
tragedy of the common folklore, land is a portal with open doors
Don't mind the cluster of demon children, nor the flight of brazen oxen
they'll transform your natural psyche - the polar opposite of a Michael Bay concoction
slightly gray from toxins, this unsightly matrixed mantra!
Dreamweaver concertos swoon during tomorrow night's forsaken opera
Aurum metallicum, the amulet speaks to us in whispers
Hiram Abiff's legend leaks into the Ripper's... the fiercest winters make you shiver
in the seat of a frostbitten coach riding with cloaked hitchhikers
a scenario where each wanderer who jumps aboard is an ill writer
The cultural milieu is vampiric, yet Modern Europe if you've seen the corpses
The Armenian secret service may be able to tell you about the cedar forests
Self immolation in dreamless despair; the proceedings this evening were rare
In a place like the Balkans with less unbreathable air
The accursed credence was there -
but how'd the Cape of Good Hope meaningfully fare?
Sages of grimoire were hearing impaired, eerie canaries stretched wings
Windswept trees carried messages from dead kings, & boomslangs expressed glee
A Socrates mongoloid ascended the stage: "This is what it takes to be an emcee!"
The shamash was lit, the character's lives were dense, their intellect absorbed bullion
An agnostic Ottoman and the Headress Horsewoman
The tent was spent, and the bed had no cushions
Her hands stroked his ashen breast plate, the minotaurs weren't looking
Darkness both fascinates and repels us - but oh, do we stare at the spiderwebs
and the monogamist Caliphates who buried the mice and men
Our parents were nice to them, hosted Cicero's masque with a palm reader
On the invitation, they read death... thank to political cabinet yarn weavers
Earth is hell, Earth is Pompeii - the simplest fact that would haunt Caesar
Stay armed, keepers, and guard the knowledge of the universe strictly
and hope that the mark of the beast is more visible than Lucifer's hickies
Dermatology's humble beginnings sketched across the skin of the desert
symbols engendered the end of the Shephard, it limited Esther
from moving around the site of the Abrahamic, Islamic platonic love
they chased the Kurds away -
The Aegians percolate for the Pagan sermon's sake
Mahishasura's what they wrote about in the scriptures of the Surda
Lesson learned: Never dangle bait in the ancient, murky lakes
We're all unknown pharaohs at heart, said Sekhemre Khutawy Sobekhotep
at the forthcoming apocalypse conference.
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