The Sacrificial Gold - Poem by Naveed Akram
An ominous beat, the sacrifice of sin,
A little beach ball tasked by the hilts
So engrossed in silver and guilty gold,
That is all beginning at the brim.
One punishment is placed at sightless
Nights growing in languished states,
The beaming enemy enlightens us
When the night enters the vicinity
Internally displacing the men of rights.
Developed from complex pleasure,
Slow and rusty nails in place,
A real draught is detected in one punished
Voluminous tome shaken by the hands
So beautiful to the touch,
They are a pair of clocks always in
The pleasures of conclusions sent a plague
To people who went frail, like synods
Of ghastly priests in liquors and snacks,
Eating, eating and eating too late,
In everything shaken but absorbed.
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