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The Pariah
TJW (02-20-1980 / Fargo, North Dakota)

The Pariah

Poem By Tyler Joseph Wiseman

Oh what abhorrent lamentations!
What hideous capitulations feed
this fire that consumes, leaves
us all exhuming the realization
that this crystal city, cracked and faded,
is now mere remnants of social decay,

Wicked city, your parapets have dulled
to gray, blackened charnel peaks
for the words were once as your hall
of Valhalla, warriors intrigue
The poets are broken upon the steps
and, barren to behold, I fear there is naught left

Morlocks scavenge the shattered veneer
of something that once gleamed gilded,
as creatures hound unintelligible fears
to tear down the ivory towers' pillars

PP in The Sidewalks End

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