Brian37
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Joined: Oct 04, 2003
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Mon Jan 04, 2010 2:13 pm |
 
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The daggers of plumes
From old to new
Allegories and flames
Cave walls give way
Give way to truth
Corruption of youth
Teachers and oracles
Authoritarians lose
They think they know
Of what they defend
Those ravenous jackals
Like to pretend
Like to pretend
The shadows are real
But I have left the cave
And know of the truth
Orbiting telescopes
Kill your oracles
Pulpit soothsayers
Are nothing but liers
My childhood window
Gave me such fright
In twilight hours
On cloudy nights
Rustling wind
Howled at me
My darkened room
Gave sanctuary
Gave sanctuary
To my deepest fear
Invisible things
Creeping near
Then one night
I stared them down
The goblins vanished
When my iris expanded
Yet, those of years
Still hold fears
Of permanent torture
In fictional flames
You don't get it
Cant you see
From Dante we parted
And his absurdity
I don't play with Styx
But you still throw rocks
To protect the shadows
On the cave wall
You are that kid
I once was
Holding your nukes
Hiding under the covers
I have left the cave
And fear not tyrants
Microscopes trump myth
And their vacuous sirens
Nothing invisible
Creeps anywhere
Not in the cosmos
Or under your bed
Shadows drink hemlock
Brings death to fear
The sunlight of scrutiny
Freed me from the cave |
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