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Consider, If You Will, Our Mortal Sin – Sonnet Seventy-Five

Consider, if you will, our mortal sin,
Our blood-stained mouths that harbor blood-stained minds.
How simply parted lips, wet words begin
To shape their creeping natures' thought designs.

The lines so small, the fractures never seen,
In pentacles and swastikas described,
The numbers of the dead leave pages clean
With every voice and cutting pen subscribed.

We few, we happy few, we band of brutes,
With hearts that spray from sleeves so easy sewn,
Cut-throats would better serve to constitute
The truth than syllables haphazard thrown.

The bards and poets, troubadours - profane!
Who use our words, to slow invade your brain.
Written by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
Published | Edited 24th Jul 2019
Author's Note
Poets, like actors, should be avoided at all costs... Well, and musicians, but that should go without saying.
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