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Macabre Tango

February 16, 2011
By Uranium GOLD, Charlotte, North Carolina
Uranium GOLD, Charlotte, North Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
He who burns books only denies himself a new point of view, making himself that much more nearsighted of the truth.


I can’t feel anything
The mind reeling, spinning
Miles twisted in shame
And molded in mistakes made

And now sound
Beats of a hallowed song
My feeling
God has shaped
A circus of fools

You create earthquakes from twisted humor
You made a woman
But you crafted her tumor
My life is not your game
Listen to the drums of pain
As heart quickens to the pace
Of the played and the dammed

And in my ring
Charlene
Who meant everything to me
But death was not quick enough for you
Brown hair twisted at the lip
Made her slender down to the hip
Sent her to the men
And I found her in two

This, is my Jehovah Manifesto
So say sir
Years have brought on woes
That I now reclaim
In that
Old
Drowned
Macabre Tango


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