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Le City Brie
You who push that wheel
The one grinding those
Who were once on top
Saying that it’s they whose fortune plays
In favour of their odds
Give me strength to tell a tale

The cost of defense,
Hangs on a fence
Because the night before
A banshee was heard,
Where were the creature’s echoes called,
That she was once heard in town?

Werewolves and spooks never found
Found in a barn where death is reared,
Unto the bodies of the aspirants
Nevermore was the ghost feared, and
Silently dismissed by the mind scan
For labour and justice

From folklore rose
A legend
Thinking sharp
Insightful
Yes, who would oppose?
By his prowess he’ll be acknowledged
Hard work unless, you’d be insane to deny it
In front of crowds
Biting the proud for refusing to buy it
Thus were three bodies found leaving a story
That forensics cannot swallow, nay
So gruesome was the tale,
And of such scale
Stigmata was carved on them so gorily

The martyrs’ fame
Musicians
What shame,
Mission
Silence them for art!
Who is the author of this madness describing?

The dead are of course as follows:
___________
___________
______ and the __dic
Sparked bright like a flint flick

Had a gruesome fate for the sake
Of a golden hand stuck in a lake
That once blue faded plasma
Cut!

So the one taking his place believed to be rewarded with cash
After making with the deceased’s lover the schemer of it all
His torso carved with steel the word of the Lord
Styled with eyes for earrings and his genitals plucked out
This, the short lived banshee haunting everyone in thought

Now together. Death and dark lord become celebrities
The endless song of he who they raped inspired their greatness
So quick did friendship turn to envy, and so the shield of amity
Was pierced and torn, by enmity
Enmity!!

And now the lateness, the unending lateness
That drove the mother of the departed to forgiveness

“Who wants to be a star that chooses greatness?
For he is not dead who eternal lies in shadowed bliss”

“But now I see the rewards of that which you damned yourself for, I got kids now telling
me you’re satanic. I never thought of you like that, I mean…you’re an artist! You’re
supposed to take the route less understood, you’re misunderstood and that is why I
represent you. I believe in art, I believe in genius, you had yourselves in the best place
but now the jig is up…Cheer up, that the Devil is your lawyer”

Where fiction meets reality and fantasy awakens
Those who preach cannot be teachers
What they plea for, can lose seekers and thus charm
The sleeping to their destiny and the living to their kin