- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Black Russian
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Mote: Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out thy mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
The naked truth will fetch you down,
Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
Make the meaningless descend in
As you reach for the invisible crown.
You hold your head proud, even at
The faithless coldness of the times,
Deceit washing over thy mimes,
Even at the bloody lies you’d spat.
Your body slowly succumbs to Him,
Ring out, ring out thy mournful rhymes,
He chortles as your heart aligns,
And as you slowly yield to thy sins.
A greedy heart turns your blood black,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
He sings songs of joy and kin,
But thy heart forgets to turn back.
