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Knights of progress 'alter boy shamed' (Free verse) by Bachus

The softened situation seeks some solidity <Become-soon> They came to enjoy the many fragrances <Flung-blossoms> The smells permeating from the surface <pale-smooth> of an altar <Slate-dark> When his role was the Necromancer <Warlock-spent> He alone read the ancient scrolls <Grimoire-stained> The truth is cloaked within the words <Druel-factor> of madmen <Scape-goats> Scribed down by scholars <Under-paid> In the hopes of vanquishing sadness <Pharmacopia-jew> But knowledge can be carried within madness <Bible-belt> Insanity, the mark of the soaked sponge <An endengared-species> Finally finding sanctuary between the genders <Bi-vocal> He collapses than re-settles <Sediment-heavied> Waiting patiently for what his ritual renders <Inorganic-beinged> True magicians are more then just reality benders <Slight-of-head> or curse senders <Rabbit-collectors> More like truth folders <Hot-potatoe> Evolution's knights of Heaven's duality <Curiosity killed the angel> An uncommon jubilee <Yinned-and-Yanged> Beguiled merely by his own undertakings <Basilisk-gazings> Staggered by the routines of my many brothers <Abel-hugged> Dog-pant-tired he burns offerings <Petulie-oiled> Offerings to anything that's noticing <Devotion-finger> His feeble attempts to find sanctuary <Hide-or-evaporate> Never a guest <Jettison-mailed> Feeding on anything <Parasite-smirk> Everything swings back <Pond-rope-release> Hemp cloth <Mead & Aled> Earthenware sack <component -pinch> Hidden and screaming <Id-please-sir> Egos in the jagged crevice <The pit and the pendelum> So there he is awaiting her touch <Horny>][<Again> He's thinking about her, but she thinks him too much <big-headed> He's come to that conclusion <Barely-legal> From the basis of a hunch <Seven-roll> The story still reeks of splendor <Memorizing-Mary> When the clock ticks quietly <Unaware hand twitching> Under a blanket of humor <Sentenced-tomorrow> Where is that malignant tumor ? <Downstairs and to the left> Next to my heart <Femoraly-aeortaed> This grape-vining amongst the railroad tracks <Chicago L ride> A well-shadowed morning <Ferrel><snap, crackle, pop> The snowman saves the day <Goodbye...Frosty>

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 8-May-03/2:38 PM
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