Thursday, 4 February 2010

Heathen Howl

Dreary dialectics dilute our decadent decade,
Our destitute dispositions and dilapidated dreams linger on…
Rise you heathens! You Harlots and Hamlets.
Hither lies our humor,
Mutilated and moaning
This infectious madness and mindless melancholia,
This monstrous apathy creeps hastily forward
Hounding at our heels and hearts.
Make Haste!...melt and mold this deranged dreariness
Shape and sharpen brains and slay these serpents
These monstrous mutants mangling our minds;
Humbly hold your head high and howl…
Howl so that they may hear and hesitate
So they may fear us and our happiness

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