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Old Sanguine

Thief
2 min readNov 2, 2021

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a poem

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False in sanguine hope is such a hazy shade to share
Mused in craze with days ablaze caustic and toxic is the lair
Grow our hair without a care there’s something in the air
On holy hill we chill our pride with still a cross to bear

Hope was our perfect companion charge a tumbler to defeat
Stick together to smother a brother a plague now at your feet
In times of signs and signs of crimes like Zion with shrines complete
It pines of kinds not finds of spines nor with the stench of peace

Hail the west wail the East a dragon’s nest viper be
Splash down upon the Earth subvert by land or sea
Come to our shores come in the cause of peace and tranquility
Light up the skies in pure surprise, midnight dawn by military

Serpents, tinder boxers, haters, wicked preachers assorted, guests
Purposeful, flagrant, savants libel, sages reading tarot by request
We’re in this man and lady methinks too much doth protest
Back the cause best be served and leave the truth to speak in jest

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