I'm bereft of interest
When it comes to riches
Monetarily or
Acreage and servility
Apathetic to your
Sightly soul and body
But if you'd indulge me
I bestow a proposition
Admiration of your bravery is imparted
Yet, before you is a task of fools
O, suitor compelled by lust and naivete
The path you'll take is comprised of ghouls
Immortal before you beseeches for the
Inanimate archaic artifact
Once owned by the buddha, this bowl made of stone
Shall be the arbiter of didact
All I yearn for on earth is the
Tool utilized to
Bear the lifestream of Siddhartha
And such a miserable pile of
Secrets with the skill
To retrieve this recherche parcel shall gain
My hand and womb in marriage
Forevermore
Your ignorance to the circumstances
Shall fail you
For my blood shall never
Coagulate within my veins
The task fallen upon me
So queer, yet inconsequential
My hubris as a man
Culminates down all to this
Off he went, along his journey
To fulfill this quest born of longing
His eyes are weary, so full of lechery
Doomed to penetrate the earth until rigor cessates him
A worthy trade to be passed down through the ages
Mythic sojourn in return for the divine
None can compare on both her beauty and my loyalty
Such destiny!
Years have passed since his pride painfully, slowly struck him down
Abandoned by the Gods of which punish him for perversion
Sightless and starless as your purpose wastes away too
Yet, still I, ageless and deathless still orate my tale
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I'm bereft of interest
When it comes to riches
Monetarily or
Acreage and servility
Apathetic to your
Sightly soul and body
But if you'd indulge me
I bestow a proposition
Admiration of your bravery is imparted
Yet, before you is a task of fools
O, suitor compelled by lust and naivete
The path you'll take is comprised of ghouls
Immortal before you beseeches for the
Inanimate archaic artifact
Once owned by the buddha, this bowl made of stone
Shall be the arbiter of didact
All I yearn for on earth is the
Tool utilized to
Bear the lifestream of Siddhartha
And such a miserable pile of
Secrets with the skill
To retrieve this recherche parcel shall gain
My hand and womb in marriage
Forevermore
Your ignorance to the circumstances
Shall fail you
For my blood shall never
Coagulate within my veins
The task fallen upon me
So queer, yet inconsequential
My hubris as a man
Culminates down all to this
Off he went, along his journey
To fulfill this quest born of longing
His eyes are weary, so full of lechery
Doomed to penetrate the earth until rigor cessates him
A worthy trade to be passed down through the ages
Mythic sojourn in return for the divine
None can compare on both her beauty and my loyalty
Such destiny!
Years have passed since his pride painfully, slowly struck him down
Abandoned by the Gods of which punish him for perversion
Sightless and starless as your purpose wastes away too
Yet, still I, ageless and deathless still orate my tale
When it comes to riches
Monetarily or
Acreage and servility
Apathetic to your
Sightly soul and body
But if you'd indulge me
I bestow a proposition
Admiration of your bravery is imparted
Yet, before you is a task of fools
O, suitor compelled by lust and naivete
The path you'll take is comprised of ghouls
Immortal before you beseeches for the
Inanimate archaic artifact
Once owned by the buddha, this bowl made of stone
Shall be the arbiter of didact
All I yearn for on earth is the
Tool utilized to
Bear the lifestream of Siddhartha
And such a miserable pile of
Secrets with the skill
To retrieve this recherche parcel shall gain
My hand and womb in marriage
Forevermore
Your ignorance to the circumstances
Shall fail you
For my blood shall never
Coagulate within my veins
The task fallen upon me
So queer, yet inconsequential
My hubris as a man
Culminates down all to this
Off he went, along his journey
To fulfill this quest born of longing
His eyes are weary, so full of lechery
Doomed to penetrate the earth until rigor cessates him
A worthy trade to be passed down through the ages
Mythic sojourn in return for the divine
None can compare on both her beauty and my loyalty
Such destiny!
Years have passed since his pride painfully, slowly struck him down
Abandoned by the Gods of which punish him for perversion
Sightless and starless as your purpose wastes away too
Yet, still I, ageless and deathless still orate my tale
Writer: Austin Krahl
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