The Gods of Baoliam
Irony; walking through this secular desert of landmines and quicksand
With trap doors amid every dwellings room; inviting, its tones in temptations
This lusting to touch, taste and feel....
Beckoning from the mountain tops unto the masses; awaiting birth?!
Come sample our nectar as we pour it upon progressive perceptions in these
Potions of pleasures to lead they by their eager hands; galiesta whispering
Gently and assuringly as casting one into tomorrows valcano; desires designed
By modern day tribes transcending; subtle to be charmed in, mesmerized....
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....“The Gods of Baoliam” ~
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