February 24, 2025

My Oysters.part 9

Friends of the earth never before found
Friends of the graveyard their worst enemy 
Subconsciously they sing the days of impending death 
Art bound by evils of broken tongues 
The earth laments no befriend him
As hagiograpers delight of make-believe heavenward plow
That never be smitten beneath graveyard of no return 
Thoughtless serfs and thoughtless freemen 
Pour accolades on the follies of their existence 
The earth laments of no friend and desolate time 
Befriend him in the land of no return 
In the klieglight of never ending waves

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