Inscribed in the heart of men
Mighty works of the fallen heads
Like a gigolo as the Catholic
priest.
priest.
Drops of beautiful cravings
Dancing on to glory
The firstborn of all frivolities.
Merrymaking in the palace of the
forsaken
forsaken
With resounding cymbals cremating
silence
silence
A moment to savour in fairytales.
Shocked by the appearance of the
fallen
fallen
Welcomed with tambourines and
drums
drums
As their heads move to sound of
strings and flute.
strings and flute.
written by Tokede Daniel
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