The ghost of tarots read
A fortune and a fate
Cast spells and chant instead
A seal to vaulted slates
Where gold embedded, lowly rich kin
Whose blood once shedded, now they declare wars
And smile behind unbroken skin
Are the talents of the warriors
Further reaching than life taking?
Or are they taught as they progress towards truth
The beauty they are forsaking?
Behind the errors sleuth,
Comes tapestry dances
Done so wily
Like private celebrations where perversion strives
They've stumbled upon the curse romances
All subtly drink senselessly and forget their war scars
And dream of tour's end and driving fast cars
Hold on, some say, hold on to better days
Where quieter truths once reignes
Not so now, benign hunger
And lust of all things monetary
Renders both beauty AND truth all too scary...
And what should they carry onto that battlefield?
Whose signs of victory are only the crops of wisdom one yields...
Hold on, look back, look back on better times...
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