Originally Posted by
FagunerAgun
The Chariot And The Band.
Cloudless dark summer night of silky-joy bilking in the twisted-perturbed heart
Quick and high build, blatant repartee in the long way in the deserted, clumsy dark streets
Blend with the jocund breeze – a whispering mystery, passionate for a chariot cart
For dissipation, dirty rising water washes ego, charisma, dark holes and then bleeds.
The goddess from the south stepped from the wonder-carriage with palpable clatter
Entered the baize gold gate of the world of wonders in enchantment and pride
Glazing ego and mighty charisma exorable to her, with a roaring fire and thunder
That obliterates the solace and the disdain of the nagging growth, in a big stride.
Life and souls are alike in the abyss of oblivion, with mirth, pride and crumbling pain
Sweat no longer piercing and imaginray in a life and a soul under a sharp and shinny sword
Freedom impostulates actions, tinkering growth numbers, show how all perished in vain
Unity falters with chaos, love with greed, promise with voidness and thus build their comfort.
Caged in and groaning souls with a whispering breeze in silence, in pain but now in joy
Hope for a duel between a chariot that gladiates and a band of tigers that roars
It is might that fights, it is the heart that conquers, with vivid vision and sordid ploy
Joy for life, life for joy, now put strife aside, come and enjoy the fight with a great force.
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