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Cupid, the retarded Archer
Contributed by
SomeDude
on
Wednesday, 13th February 2008 @ 06:15:53 AM in AEST
Topic:
spiritual
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You dare trade a Dove for a Crow,
a rose for a shrub, a gun for a sword.
"They're all items" i hear you say,
with your rubber bow eroded and stained;
on the night the lovers forgot your name.
With lips of vile feathers where my woes would flourish; the whores. Are mute.
And you would come in at night like a thief,
told to hold beauty by the throat.
And... and that last breath you would give to the world;
on the age of the widows and the machines.
Arise the Goliath of Rome;
imperial march that destroyed my home.
Cupid's bow buried on the Province of Terni;
just make sure you're the one to throw the last stone.
Copyright ©
SomeDude
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2008-02-13 06:15:53] (Date/Time posted on
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