Weeping Of The Children
© Surazeus
2018 08 07
The laughter of the flower
in the vacuum of my mind
will replicate the tower
where the key cannot be found.
I walk the moon-lit highway
where the wandering children weep
who gather at the gateway
where all human life is cheap.
The devil gives me talent
at the crossroads of desire
so I will play the gallant
to envision shaman fire.
The weeping of the children
in the bare detention cage
reveals the king a villain
who is blinded by his rage.
© Surazeus
2018 08 07
The laughter of the flower
in the vacuum of my mind
will replicate the tower
where the key cannot be found.
I walk the moon-lit highway
where the wandering children weep
who gather at the gateway
where all human life is cheap.
The devil gives me talent
at the crossroads of desire
so I will play the gallant
to envision shaman fire.
The weeping of the children
in the bare detention cage
reveals the king a villain
who is blinded by his rage.
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