Hell 'Farya

A town of cursèd individuals,
Nestled 'midst towering mountains.
In this valley stood a sorcerer,
Bearing a bear-like visage.
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Idà n b'àkọ jẹ́ -
Yet revel in the aftermath.
Then come that day,
When it lay bare in the cold,
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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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...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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This two lines tells how much the past of a now dejected old man is influencing his present

I've been gazed on by the seven sky
Where beneath the heavens shall my shame hide.
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Two lover,
With passions of eternal torment,
Longings of solitude in moment.
One to another,
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On a branch he perched,
A quiet observer,
Soon he dozed off,
Into the unknown he ventured.
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Beneath the moon's soft glow, we stand so near,
The waves embrace us - whispering our names,
Your hands in mine, the world fade, crystal clear,
In ocean's depths our love ignites it's flames -
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...nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.'
My voice sank deeper than my tongue,
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Took ma keys
Drive for diss
Called a name
Made a wave
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I stood by the water bank,
The vast earth before my eyes,
I sensed the massive flat earth,
They looked to me likewise.
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The Queen.
Her crown heavy, her heart a stone,
She played the part, yet stood alone.
A pawn or player, who exactly could tell.
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The King.
Fell into slumber,
The ceremonial staff missing,
His words no longer soothe like before,
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My eyes shut in silent ode
I sing and chew it, then I hum.
So it goes;
There was a queen so sound
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Find me one -
A girl so flawed,
Her eyes dashed in sunlight,
Not soft, but burning,
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From dust was I first shaped,
Then set upon the scaffold high.
Had I but glimpsed this life in strife,
Would I not know thy labored sigh?
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I know of a band from long before,
They sang heretics in verses,
Roaming the land as their forebears,
They sang, they cursed, they cried.
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