(777) 2-EidotheaA Poem by AdamRevelation's first trumpet. A sin. The last Seal
Hear their tune, and know its meaning
The sun is at its peak but the waves aren't gleaming In the grey of shadows and tides flowing, receding Lies the god of the sea, the seals, plotting, dreaming With an early dusk of dark Death of a blue albatross lark Out of the blue and green deep echoes Spout of red black and blue from the unlucky fellows Hear their tune, the loud, the sweet or the mellow Their soundtrack to your wrath Your death row path You kill yourself in grace You didn't like god's taste Call your other human waste Join us in the sinner chase Of irony, these hateful waves The ice cold hail, the purple flames, the crimson blood, earth destroying rains
You live your life in thirds, so too they take a third of all living on the plains I am the first to give earth real pain © 2014 AdamAuthor's Note
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Added on July 7, 2014 Last Updated on July 10, 2014 Author |