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Town Crier

Contributed by Butterat_Zool on Sunday, 24th August 2003 @ 01:25:00 PM in AEST
Topic: ChristianPoetry

Bells and ballistae
Bells and ballistae
And horses and queens
And ponies and queens
And ponies

Bells and chirurgeons,
And ships filled with surgeons
And quite the emergence
Of emergencies.

And sails and cities
And whalers who pity
The sailors who sail
On these merchant seas.

Here comes the town crier,
All crooked with ire
And jealousy galloping
Down the town streets.

The crazy town crier,
His bleached bones the dryer,
The damnedest of sinners
In crazy white sheets

Runs into Red River,
Where his bones shall shiver
And shiver and shiver
‘Til Death has its fill.

And there he is taken,
Cold, lonesome, shaking,
His soul passes judgment,
His bones now lie still.

“Your soul is found guilty
Of causing the wilting
Of infinite plants
And infinite crops.”

“I hereby declare my soul
shall be spared. I have proof
That the bilght and black death
Caused that rot.”

“Your soul is found sane,
Though your life was a drain
On the life of the village
You lived to protect.”

“Very well, I accept.
By my word, I’ll correct
All the wrongs that were done
By my will to neglect.”

And so it was settled,
The crier was held in
A state of damnation
And quicksilver death

Until all was sorted
Or somehow aborted
And then he was put
Into eternal rest.

Copyright Â© Butterat_Zool ... [ 2003-08-24 13:25:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Town Crier (User Rating: 1 )
by Crys on Tuesday, 2nd September 2003 @ 01:47:17 AM AEST
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Without a doubt, Intense.. Very ineteresting. Great Write!

*~*Crys*~*

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