Hell 'Farya

In a town filled with the broken
There was a word left utterly unspoken
A hand that receives with no thanks
A chest that strout about the water banks
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We all have a dark side in us
A man, robed in pink, pointed into the sky.
Look, son - don't shy away from it.
Behold the beauty of the night.
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You're half-turned towards the light
Leaving maybe, not quite staying.
But the golden hour does you right.
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'Two decades of silence,
Two decades I bound you in chains.
And I,
the keeper and the kept,
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These words, scored upon a broken pillar.
It reads;
Lancel across the shoulder,
In filthy rags, a beast lurk,
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I puffed until my lungs itched.
Sixteen sticks of the unholy sin,
Chewed every bit like my last.
My rods were not seen by me,
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Three girls run wild in my backyard,
One sweet and loving beyond compare,
Her sister kind and compassionate,
The youngest, fierce as wildfire.
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You held a knife to my kin's neck,
And I, forced down to watch in fear.
Behold your own word of bondage:
'Accept my faith or eat my blade.'
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'He said, '
With profound determination and sincerity
'I want to be a submissive wife to my husband,
I want to care for him as much as he does to me,
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Like a spectre from the dream

Thou didst creep
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Mo Kangzi
Ghost of the red bridge
A blade that beams with vengeance
Eyes that speaksm in compassion
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A man set sail across the open water
His ship, his oars, his course
Compassion was all over him
He treated all aboard with love
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Wrath, my child,
is a blade designed to be wielded by none.
Come near; I will tell you a story.
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Dear, Gold Bird.

Do you remember when;
I found you where life kisses death
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I ask you a question, and you have answered me not. I asked 'as we sought to forge a new identity in this world, as we strive to make a mark, what is that essential part of our soul that we are willing to sacrifice? '

Under the cashew tree,
By the yard, I lay on her bosom
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I have seen death in her many faces.
Once dressed as a child in need
blind, but saw light clear as you.
Her balls clenched between her fists.
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...nd so, In this limerick, we mourn a bass player's fate,
A life barely known, now sealed by death's gate.
From darkness to light
We'll trace his might,
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...nd so, In this limerick, we mourn a bass player's fate,

At an all white funeral, an old bass player, his fate,
Thrived on words spoken by soothsayers, great.
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...nd so, In this limerick, we mourn a bass player's fate,

At his last call, an old bass player's wake,
Whose love life had a woeful ache.
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1.
Buried deep in own thoughts.
Hath there other worlds away from mine,
Dost they know that which I was taught,
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