Category : Poems

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Let us gather our knees
from silver robes of alien gods
for these Lunatics can never
rule the Asylums.
We dwellers of the night stare
at our own nightmare singing to them
the same old dirges  at our
Festival of glory.
Tomorrow our souls shall rise
from our ancient graves
and we shall sweep them together
with their furnished dreams into garbage cans
for these Lunatics...
can never rule the Asylums