Those ancient pagan music, bed-time folklores
Satyrs and nymphs ruse, sex on the grassfloors
Whispers swirls all over, like our modern cellphones
Even the half-bloods, the demi-gods, the idolized stones
Gospel flinted long long after, words fly with arrows and cut apart
The leaves were braided and crowned, breastmilk strained down as a dessert
Everything gets jinxed, sooner the moon unzips her blouse
Bloods boiled in the fire , bones were taken to the slaughterhouse
Life struggled hard, omens and prophecies reigns the mind
Even a crooked or a bent human, who had dreamy eyes and not blind
Buddha was meditating then, before he becomes ascetically skeletal
Wisdom stuck like a trapped prey, trees only pray slowly like our ancestral
Rocks giant and elephantine, we use them as our artistic fancy
Tears and stains moisten the wilderness, every damned heart shine in glory
Only the words rolled over like scooping dust "Beware, Just Beware",
We stood on the way, rainbow veils above, on skewered lambs, we're bare.
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