2006-12-05 - 7:47 p.m.
Maidens in valleys with lingering moors,
Clandestine witch doctors with abstinent cures,
Murderers wandering streets that are bare,
Teachers and masters with thoughts that ensnare,
Markets with doors for our lots and our gaze,
The swords and the guillotines enumerate our days,
Phantoms that speak the fair names of our kin,
Jacobins hearts, their souls to erase,
Magistrates fade to the shallowest shores,
Knives with their blades, slaves with their oars,
Bellowing airs for the rapture to bring,
Something for which our lives dare to sing,
The morticians belie the empirical plan,
Visceral disguise, the nihilist clan,
Inching the time for the end to repeat,
Fought with might but died in defeat.
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