Red Lane

[ I ] sweet lambs of heaven

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SWEET LAMBS OF HEAVEN
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A stroke across the corium has been struck
A cord past the red lane has strummed
Plaudits round his mind echo
For he gave an éclat worth what they endure

A hellish verse in the podium has been sung
An ear bleeds as the soul has heard
Lauds thread around his heart
For he sang hymns worth the counter of psalms

A flush mouth has now been latched
A tongue trembles as words become unheard
Florets envelope his realm
For he confined a light worth the tenebrosity he leashes

An unseen hell has now been seen
An eye dries as tears have been exiled
Cheers round the drinks
For he obliterated an existence worth the martyrdom of all that feels humane

The throat has been slit
The scent of a death bigger than a kill exists
Voices fill the roads
For he brought upon a revolution worth the blood loss

And this is what our men sing
And this the hymn we hear in courts
And this is what folly minds think of
As we nod like sweet lambs of heaven

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[ dedicated to aaro for writing amazing poetry in transient.your words kill me ]