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"Preoccupation(s)"
There's a vampire
In the brush
There's a phantom
Beneath his robes
There's bile in depths
Filling his throat
There are lies
Within his mind
Which do multiply
As forked tongues wag
The tales of deception
And deceptions rock
The tables of fate
To a caustic dance
Waltzing in blackened
Curtains of scourge
Concealing approaches
Of plotted barbarity
As reviled revelries
Sing out of silence
Propelling his regurgitant
Formulas of insanity(s)
Over his deeds unspeakable
And his caliginous desires
Of nothing more --
Than his preoccupation
Of substanceless sustenance
Over crafted prevarication(s)
He has bided his time
Conceiving all his lines
And brewing exploitations
Within his covert crimes
There's a vampire
In the brush
There's a phantom
Beneath his robes
There's bile in depths --
Filling his throat.
By Lady Lost
Copyright © 2002
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