Monday, May 18, 2015

Himavant

Today...again, the year of our Lord,
Let it all unfold.  Sound out--

Woof.

Watch out, you see that distant cloud, peaking?
Time for him-ta-vault if you know-what-I'm-meaning,

Dawg, no need to flaunt,
You either got it or you get tossed,

Now go out and get it it's all got.
It's all over, I said,

It's all been done,
I'm gone.  Move along, move along

No wind here, I am a true redeemer,
Force for reckoning with,

Mon frere,
Stop barking up the tree of fear

You, my reader, my likeness--
Hipocrete lectuer.

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