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Tall and Young(Devil's Tongue)
Devils beating drums
Loud and proud,
Warpaths tall and young
Stretch into my heart,
Don't like the world?
Have it hung
Among silent learning,
Hungry still,
lulled into famine
by the pale horse quill,
Fertile fields produce
But only the giants will eat
The nasty treats
Of a religious dystopia
Seated in plated porcelain,
Hurried leaves scurry
Before a whirlwind in fall,
The storms have gathered
Around the devils beating drums,
Tall and young we march
To start the wheels
Of dirty machinery,
Clanging and clattering
Like school children before a bell
After show and tell chattering,
Give me courage
Not strength,
I can work that out
But courage never collects
In the reserves of a hero's cache,
Bleeding out on a stool
To let them administer
A look of late offerings,
Quite still
The world's will
Is to have me severed at the tongue
Served passionate pills
To the sounds of birds fighting,
Flapping fluttering phonetic
I know this game all too well
A wealth of those pathetic words
Arranged so the brain
Can have an epiphany
Because what's well in sight
Isn't always plain to see
