The Children of Revolution

Very foolish we must be.

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The native sun burns fiery when invoked.

His spirit lives unconquered, trusts no man.

Learned his lesson from time passed and lives lost.

Another’s mercurial existence.

Volatile, like a clandestine chemist.

He will respond quicker than the message.

Love and desire become venomous.

When the changer of hearts becomes involved.

His fortune, virility, gone to waste.

His mother does not approve of the whore.

Anne Williams bring burned at the stake for ma...

Bringing the sound of thunder to his sky.

His father would have preferred a flower.

Who would not have sacrificed his valor.

Accepted his virtues as those of men.

The white ox gifted to the triumphant.

The pleasure of drawing his chariot.

Until the king is usurped, forgotten.

The weapons were released from bloody hands.

They only served to reap what had been sown.

His destruction was her expiation.

Heaven’s deluge is tears for his passing.

Avenging his severance with flowers.

A veil worn to protect the nuptial.

The waters have dried, can’t dissipate heat.

Salacious and wicked. Never trust her.

Written by thirdworldliberator

March 18, 2013 at 11:01 pm

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