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(A lone voice whispers)
With eager eyes wide open
Hearing faint whispers of hidden doorways and portals
Ritualistically been opened
To a place and time
Where rhymes are cast for a penny or dime
In real time
Over hallowed tambourine music
Like church missionaries into
The Red Country
Offering black leather bibles
As free gifts
To their versions of
Heathens
To use it
The Immortal Ouroboros
Consumes all who live
Who blindly seek
What it gives
Power
Fame
Or
Greed
Through faints whispers from hidden doorways and portals
To satisfy a temptation
Their soul needs
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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