Migration
Followers are we
Merely travellers beneath
And the Moon- she guides our wayHoarders or murderers or craftsmen be we
She shines the path
And we follow obscenelyDown dingy alleys and up-
Up the vale
We walk the path we know we must trailTill the harsh light of morning shines garish and new
We are the followers
Who follow the Moon
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The Ramblings of A Lunatic
RandomThis is a record of the thoughts in my head through the current span of my life. It is not a novel. It will have pieces of poetry and full blown rants. I hope that anyone reading this will be able to relate. And if you actually are reading this 'jo...