Impending Embolism
words and music by Ted Kirkpatrick

With fervid vocility we have perused
Through centuries of countless bethumbled volumes
Finding little solace for our plight
With absolute bodily quiescence we have pondered.

While earthenware pots are shattered and scattered
And hanging plants mournfully wilt and waste away
Encrusted ghouls once loved and cherished.

Fortress and shield raised in absolute defeat
Pinging away in curious conflagration
But this I call to mind and therefore
I have hope...


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