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Sacrosanct Oligarch (Free verse) by Frass

Sacrosanct oligarch only game in town my sweet, missing patriarch you leave me no direction away from this killing ground. Father time skipped a beat around our sons' heart clocks leaving only brother death to snip their prodigal locks. But, martial lies petrify and truth will well like water through rock open my eyes and I'll tell with a sigh the story of man's codified deathwish for himself.

horus8 23-Aug-02/10:48 PM
the title is perfect and then you started doing that crazy thing you do with your brain...thinking..think less, thinking has nothing to do with writing. it just gets in the way and complicates the simple(yime up while i squezze this pimple.there)..this poem looks like a steak cooking a cow..6/10




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