Times of old
those
were the day..
i’m not talking,
yesterday
But to be so bold
thousands of years
ago..
Those tattoo’s mark
of a servant
father’s magick
todays noncurrent…
Twenty following
an their crime filled souls..
Took me sometime
and now i know….
Seen one eye blind..
What happened
to a disobedient servant?
Off… With their head!
To whisk through
a huge amount of time
catapult zoom subdue
am i losing my mind…
Reminiscing sexual erotica
deviant, pleasuring scream
drug induce methodological
a memory euphoric dream…
The good old days spring to mind.
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