Strings of dissent chained and bound
Held in place, yet translucent like pearls
fresh out from the salty sea
Smiles taken from memories of idyllic stars
Reminders of civil days in a strange country,
Fluid words spew forth yet pallid faces around
mirror old people's empty stares,
Gone are the fire and solid minds of old civilization.
Now hidden down their souls like worms in thick bushes
are dark musings of deceit,
Un-rolled like colorful lollipops thrown at child's lap,
Mutterings of selves veiled in Messianic prose
Schemes like architect's blue prints,
Buried deep in the foundation's ground.
Beware the Ides of March beware
Fortune seers see beyond,
Trappings in gold
Liqeurs in hand
Songs from the mouth
Like Ceasar's crown could rise and fall.
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