Category: Mortal meanderings
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Truth Wears a Mask
In the wake of hard labour, exhaustion creeps, Like shadows at dusk, where the tired heart weeps. Profligacy whispers in the wind’s sharp song, And even the strongest bow can break before long. Twigs scatter the path where we’ve wandered astray, The journey begins with each step that we sway. Even the hardest of roads…
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The Pope Has Died, Long Live the Pope
In solemn halls where silence reigns, The heavy heart of sorrow gains, A shepherd’s voice, now hushed in night, Yet in his wake, a guiding light. The papal throne, adorned with grace, Now mourns the absence of his face, A mantle draped in hope and care, Where faith was kindled, hearts laid bare. O Vatican,…
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The Celestial Camel’s Cautionary Tale
In the desert vast where stars collide, A celestial camel strides with pride, With eyes like moons, and a knowing grin, He watches the world, the folly within. “Ah, humanity,” he calls with a sigh, “Your lofty ideals are nigh to the sky, But wrapped in your banners of justice and right, Are shadows that…