...and the more sleepless nights...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you...

Day of the Pious,

16th dawn month Gerst-monath,

Year of the Caminus Canis,

First day of the ninth month of being a Slave to a Slave...

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oo(O)oo

A NOTE WITH NO RHYME

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oo(O)oo

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oo(O)oo

THE LAND EAST FROM HERE

there is a place in the east,

where man once were treated as burden beast,

and tears fertelize another's bliss,

where whiplash would replace a kiss,

live a man with part of his mind amiss,

forgoting the day a kris fought a christ,

remembering the day filled with blessing of a hiss,

loving the sap from a whore tities,

lavishing in lavender confusing tease.

there is a place opposite the west,

where man once laid in unholy rest,

and laughter is known by the screaming laughter of a warrior crest,

and virtues where kept in buried heavy chest,

live a man known least than best,

who wore rags of the players of chess,

and think of thoughts seen to other no more than a mess,

and held high no higher than a slave shoe dress.

there is a place in east and west mid,

where man's heart hid,

not knowing where he would bid,

in a name lost in two creed,

or to take the two composite,

or left it where lost wills writ,

knowing knot why his papa grits.

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oo(O)oo

In another time,

another tale will come.

maybe,

of the things,

the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.

but for now,

the Demon would only want to rest.

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oo(O)oo

_______THANK YOU_______

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