Victor Geld

The moon hurtles across the sky
A slow and lonely mass,
It's made of cocaine not cheese,
How else would you explain
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My god, they had killed him
They had taken him in the dark night's hue
His blood like moses's nile_
From it emanated the smell of copper
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They say that these are labour pains,
And tomorrow the people will arise.
But all I see is a trail of blood and tears_
We have been working hard in the wrong place,
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The earth has been weaned,
From the bossom of the universe_
Hurtled toward the flame
Far away from whence it once nestled_
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O' how I love thee,
A place true and dear
Where the sun stands still
Above the grassy plain;
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There is no laughter_
Only the grin of the night creatures
One can feel the soul being corrupted;
Consumed by the monsters in the unconscious
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You see they gave it no name
To them it had no soul
It came at dusk and Left at dawn;
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Rest my child
Sleep softly among the roses;
In the silence_
Let your mind ring pure
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It blooms
enthroned in golden sand,
It's beautiful petals_
Hugging the light of the sun,
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Plink! Plunk!
The sound on my roof
Beacons the falling rain,
Those pesky raindrops_
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The little dignity all man possess_
He had shoahed it from within himself,
His feet ploughed through the dusty road
His head hung from his neck in shame;
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A bold stroke of white
On the face of the firmament;
It turns night to day_
The ensuing roars and rumbles,
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The waves crash and
The seagulls take flight
From the horizon afar_
The sun burns bright
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