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Stood there leaning to the city moon,<br />casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms<br />the black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque<br />in the serpentine sun of tragedy basked<br /><br />Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass<br />with their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed<br />splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl<br />alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world<br /><br />He cried for night / but night could not come<br />so, swept in the shroud of misanthropia he went away<br />and fed the empty galleries<br />with the artifacts of the black rain<br />sunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic smile<br /><br />He made the footprints a part of his heart<br />to rouse a sacred confrontation<br /><br />Stood there carving on the monument to lies<br />digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil<br />as the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs<br />he disappears into her cold, icy womb
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Stood there leaning to the city moon,<br />casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms<br />the black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque<br />in the serpentine sun of tragedy basked<br /><br />Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass<br />with their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed<br />splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl<br />alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world<br /><br />He cried for night / but night could not come<br />so, swept in the shroud of misanthropia he went away<br />and fed the empty galleries<br />with the artifacts of the black rain<br />sunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic smile<br /><br />He made the footprints a part of his heart<br />to rouse a sacred confrontation<br /><br />Stood there carving on the monument to lies<br />digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil<br />as the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs<br />he disappears into her cold, icy womb
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