Saturday, May 23, 2009


To which we most depend upon
Has suddenly been rendered gone
And from the dark we will prevail Add Image
To cast beyond this lofty tale
Of brothers once begot of fear
In heat of night; in dead of year
We go about to seek our bounty
Open now within our county
The things we have once been denied
On whom we could not have relied
Yet here we see with baskets pleasure
And slink away; we hold our treasure
None will try to stop our journey
Lest he end up on a gurney
Slashed beyond the values worth
Drowning in a sea of mirth
And gurgling blood the only sound
To wish oneself had not abound.

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