Satyr’s Crown

So I sang of tragedy
Until the amphora was bone dry
But this goat forgot the joke

There was chaos in my soul
But the empty had control
’til Nike gave birth to my star…

Everything is perfect
And touched by the divine
There’s wisdom in this chaos
In this joyful dream of mine

And I pled for sanity
Unless the nepenthe kept me high
Offbeat goat’s last chance to dance

So I sing of victory
Until Cana’s wine is watered down
And this goat has chance to laugh

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About dialectetus

You can't look twice at the same profile... eh it works for streams. Do the same electrons remain trapped in the same place in the same server until I change this profile? I would think not, but I'm no physicist. If so, I feel bad for those little particle men. Words are spells. One spells words. At least, that's what they tell me...
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