A shallow grave I lay the babe Tears of blood I cry My how fast life does wain When an infant dies Like a Satanic Pentecost The Doldrums of Order lost Life is fought without the Rule Hate thy neighbor lest they Love you Sell your soul for Paradise Lost Praise your mind for Hell regained Climb the stairs to Celestial Order Careful, do not cross the Border Lest you are deported and sent alone Bact to the Eternal Midden Like your parents you are thrown Out of the Garden of Eden
Reason for writing:
Sometimes I just sit down and begin to write and I spew this stuff out in amongst my regular poetry. I have never dared sought criticism on this type of poetry from anyone so I figured that total strangers would be the most honest audience I could have. Any criticisms will be accepted with open arms and a warm embrace.
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