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To speak with an eloquent word
Is to in essence kill a mockingbird
If I could, I'd spend all day locked away in my theater
First, the stage is dark
And the music plays as the curtain raises
(Then) then we hear from the narrator
As the actors take their places
(Ready) long long ago
In a galaxy far away location
Or maybe once upon a time
In an older age of civilization
(Character) we are intro-introduced
To the common man with a heart of gold
Who fought in the war
Then bought a farm where the land was sold for cheap
But he chose a wretched Delilah type Jezebel
(The twist) he was threatened by the hierarchy
Thrown in jail
(The plot) another love triangle
The revenge of the Count of Monte Cristo
Same woman quarrel
Childhood mates and now arch rivals?
He could not conceive to his disbelief
He was in denial
At the start of his life
Terms stretched didn't let it drive him psycho
In jail, he would train to fight with the inmates
Read his Bible
Still he swore to avenge his friend's betrayal
Even if suicidal
To escape the palace was a task
Greater than Alcatraz
But he lasted
With the cast of Montiago on his mind
As he dug through the hollow rock
On his climb to freedom
No time for leavin' no traces
He's ready to face his captor
With a sword and spear in his wrath
He'll take him to the hereafter
Be sure to be the man
With an iron mask
As the final sand slips away in the hourglass
He ponders the lesson he learned in the past
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
Or a neck is ripe for the noose
Respect was rightfully due
Magnum cum laude
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To speak with an eloquent word
Is to in essence kill a mockingbird
If I could, I'd spend all day locked away in my theater
Enter stage left
One comes home
"Surprise!" is heard
From friends who secretly made plans
For one that deserved a makeover from surgical hands
However, this gift wasn't well received
The cosmetic appeal revealin' one's vanity
Under the knife life-altering consequence
Shallow and superficial, even though one had grown
Accustomed to one's own disfigurement
One endured an arduous experience
Flashback to a serious injury
Forcing one to wear a mask
Then all of a sudden, someone pushed a button
In blind rage, one takes one's covering from one's head
And one's head from one's shoulders
One arm, then another
Until limbs move independent of themselves
Legs are walking on toes
Talking head reciting prose
Abdomen rose
Then these individual members grow
Morph, mold, shift hue, texture, smell
Into humanoid shells
One has now become many shiny sentient beings
Spinning ever faster, fleeing witnesses
Disintegrate to ashes
Incinerated building crashes
Tiny people are killed en masse
The many that came from one became millions
Harass on Mother Earth, ransacked wilderness
Robotic modernist, intrepid cavernous pathways
Maze in and out, making globe into gargantuan head case
Resembling one in space
An orbiting face
Exit stage right
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He steps into what he believes to be his own reality
But nothing could be further from the truth
His first thought was, "Why did the Gods darken the skies?"
He wondered how long would this darkness last
He molds himself within the stills of the night
And at the first slither of light
This monster has awakened
It had been dark for several days
The only light be that which cast away over the ocean
Far in the distance
What began as grand gloom
Soon turned to a pitch black crater
We all exist from
Far in the distance
At the dawning of the opening of the skies
So will the eyes of this mild mannered monster
Without any resistance
With cunning senses, this intensely evil unsuspecting predator
To take your spirit within an instance
Iron sharpens iron
The tools of the trade
Blades have been prepared for what seemed like forever
At last, the time has come again
For him to quench his thirst for blood
Ever so clever
The first prey hadn't a chance in the world
Be moved on ever so swiftly
Havin' their flesh pressed against titanium blades
A dagger which has faced the screams of many men in those days
Who have been slayed
From victim to victim, this silent rage
Took on a stage of uncontrolled madness
Leaving behind trails of corpses
Directly under the nose of those who protected them
And just as the light came and he began his slaughter
So came the night
He slowed down his horror to an empty calmness
Where he'd reflect
"I'm not of this world"
Saving his best kill for last
He falls on his sword
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And as the curtain closes
An overwhelming sense of awe
Settles into the collective consciousness of the audience
For they are no longer anchored to their safe havens
They can no longer seek refuge
Driving through the cul-de-sacs in their SUVs
Nor relate to the bourgeoisie
Nor indulge their spendthrift
When the remnants of their former selves sit there
Still engrossed in the theater piece
They were supposed to cheer at their seats
But they ended up running shitless
Condemning the cast for casually reenacting
Such tumultuous happenings between men
But what really is it?
A dipped in quark
A smitten curse
A written work
That no one understands
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