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Long vacant corridors, gloomy underworld

Antediluvian bench, serpentine walls,

away from the crowd of the heathen city,

which preys on souls, my sanity,

I search for peace, alone, on the benches of afterworld

Iniquitous banks, bizarre politics

Worthless paper, wretched stocks

Another day in the cellars of glass and steel

I grasp my soul, my slippery eel

Here I crouch in peace, alone, my own narcotic fix

Two lone tykes, shepherd behind,

Saccharine demons, devil incarnates

Cacophony from the entrails of blazing hell

Cracking my soul, my oyster shell

As I watch in horror, alone, with my thoughts entwined

Lone shepherd, dory eyes

Absonant love, wanton pride,

Watching his herd and the execrable menace

The Silent stare, his only penance

There I lie aghast, alone, under the twilight skies

Solitary smile, mistress of pleasure

Bitter happiness, from unruliness

Sheepdog in love with the amuck sheep

Solitary tear, soul deep

I wonder in awe, alone, with my mute zither (musical instrument)

With a long sigh I call my foe,

 “Wherefore hast thou serv’d me so? Was I thy foe ?

How then have I deserved this of thee? I comprehend it not!

that thine heard shouldst rob me of my solitude

The fault lieth with none but thee

For heard is as good as the shepherd is”

The Shepherd gave a somber smile,

“I am thy slave by the act of guilt,

Thou shouldst punish me as thine wisdom pleads

Pardon the lads, the fault lieth with none but me,

The tyranny of their sorrow ist their life afore

Fate hasth robed their mother,

I just had to have her buried

Three moths is all I have before I meet her sanguine soul

as thinkest I  to do whatfore, thou shalt let their spirits live”

two lone tykes, angel eyes

walking with their Shepard

on these benches of the underworld

As my eyes brim in horror, I am but myself all alone

sunil varma

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