Gathered in the sepulchre

Of failed sentiments

The wedding shift of LAPAURS

Blinded ...

In the rays of glowing mist.

Oh! What a sight

The spent heap of brothers flesh

Brought down for just one to stand

For all must perish

If one must flourish

Toasted with glasses of tears and

The blood of a Musketeer.

There is no love here

Only friendship

With cobras in its belly.

Angelic demonism?

No, Demonic angelism !!

Ignite your bones

And live

For your days and your sweat

And the stench of the Martyrs

Don't be forever spent

This place is yours too
© FrancisUdo