FAMISHED ROAD.PART 3

Behold the deposed reich,as time fled into dingy space and st.blues queer street halfbuoyed,halfsunk,tricksters of unfair dawn and dread of a relapse.Blissful songs of the mainland,rising contumaciously reminiscent of the epic of golden morn rendezvous.Hegemony o hegemony,o hegemony,what a showbusiness,a showpiece!What a retrospection!What a retrospection to resurrect impending morn's memoirs".A riposte earned at the razzle of the reich's deposition.Still yet sedate,not shooed himself at the melifluous boughs pipping songs,from burning foreheads and parching tongues at the white altar of the enigmatic sacerdotal wights,libatorily,caroling with heifers lowered from the rooftop of the razzling castle,adjoining western groove of the singing river,with silken flanks and charivari of garland drest.Now,placid citadel.this pious morn.hood with pastyfaced cacocophonous grin,retrospection in rebound betrothe retiocination to recuperate desolate cities and famish distant mutinous peeps.Now,stagnant was he at his mute