Mason Maestro Poems

Curriculums tied up to the hounds
and coffee shops police abounds
Untried, unheard 'round the world, tragedy occurred
Homemade descendants founding unjust avengers
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Stilts on ice in Boston city
Isn’t it a pity
The story it goes
Tells of a distorted ghost
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Central square, the park unfolded
Buildings rising all around me
Darkness falls - light is here to stay
Wilhelmshire's faithful has found thee
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Pulling down the ramparts to wash
All in all I'm so glad we're still there
Otherwise I'm afraid I would sink
So I'll continue to write 'til I run out of ink
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Finding, binding, winding your time
Sleeping, weaving, asking for more...
The closer you get to the time you'll forget
You'll be looking back and wishing you wore...
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Oh my, deity sitting in the sun
Come submit, sin removal it is done
I sanctify all that is eaten
Worship it or you’ll be beaten
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Will I become a king or a pagan
The fate lies within the gates of Copenhagen
On the stand for the masses of migrants
To flock into my arms in the light
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Breathless Balkans, blisters & bruises
Savaged lands strewn about through time
From Romans, Goths, Huns and Avars
To Byzantines, Turks, Slavs and Tatars
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Much more remains on the subject of Islam
Of Holy War, and Ramadan
Rented flats to the Mullahs and Sheiks
U.N. inspectors shortsighted the leaks
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They tried a number of various methods
Inefficient matters of undesirable circumstances

It will only take a few days before it won't make a difference anymore
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