[Seated At A Cherrywood Desk En His Uncle’s Tuscan Villa, The Divine Messenger Puts His Bamboo Quill 2 A Blank Sepia Page. En A Writing Vox, Born Of Love And Courage, He Authors A Declaration And Then A Litany Of Demands On The Present World And Its Amoral Pantheon.] WE choose 2 not defile our […]
New Atlantis En this Age of Degeneration En this Age of Iron New Atlantis burns And its citizenry is under siege By vandals who have sworn 2 their liege, Stables and ramparts Of stained glass and carbon steel shall fall! New Atlantis burns And its barrister kings, Content w/ excessive posturing Content w/ feeding souls […]
All eye need 2 be happy is a pen, parchment, & a jug of dark red wine. © LogosVox 2015
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