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Tale Tellers

The falling of moons to rising suns

Light stalling in exchange of nightly runs

Stars brightening maps of no destination

It is without hesitation I’m now dawning

Upon the new times to come

Leaving behind the rotting corpses of living scum

Those breathing hopelessness into the lungs

Of the naive and impressionable, the students, the young

He outspoken is responsible towards his fellow man

Caution is needed not to be provoking what bad

It is dangerous to stir what lies buried beneath ground

For unknown is what may be dug up

What sleeping darkness may be found

So into the past, I bid you farewell

Like ridding the cast of a rotting spell

Killing the taunting ghosts descendent from hell

No longer walking in haunting shadows

Of voices corrupting with the stories they tell

Many old men have wisdom to offer

But beware of those bitter with no soul left to sell

They linger amongst you, hoping you fall and wishing the worst

Whilst towards you they’ll be dishing the kindest of words

All the while, hiding their true corrupt spiteful selves

Cursed to envy, by a lust for a life of failures

Never able to accept those who prevail

Tale tellers of a paradise that is fraudulent

Fellers nice enough to kindly push you past the edge

Any old mind still trying to fight

Is of a man blind with no spiritual sight

Praising darkness in misery and forgoing the light

Alone and lost, nailed upon a reversed cross

Lonely and sour, never able to repent

Time spent muttering words of insanity

Their life devoured in the consumption of vanity

Thoughts and emotions traded for lies

Sold and empty, alone when they die

No spirit survives to rise from body

What can only be described as a sad story

Unpublished writer, unloved son

Unforgiving brother, loathed lover

Hateful yet desperate for love

Indeed a shame, indeed truly sad

The false fame and glory of a foolish mad man

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