The moon is a siren
and the siren is a serpent
in wolves clothing
looking to eat sheep and shark alike
We look to it for answers
but the answers don't exist
just a phantom fairy tale
told to the weary and the meek
Until the fairy tale is exposed
as a lie of such tranquil tragedies
that anger boils to fever
and revolution bursts into the street
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I visited your blog absolutely random, and after reading I was impressed, your poetry is amazing!!!!keep going!
Not sure if you would like my poetry but I enjoy your most different point of view:) http://www.rawsentiments.blogspot.com
Nice.....
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