Discordant MelodiesDiscordant Melodies The lights were blinking quickly, swiftly there With outlines forming through the murky fog The creatures move in drunken form and glare Malicious thoughts conceived and burned like logs The front-man watching, sweating, chants with style The smirk made plain upon his face doth gleam While adolescents watch between the aisles Their faces wrought and mystified it seems But no one knows about the child that sits Surrounded in the crowd, alone and bare Had he not passed would he have softly bit Through all the endless, oily, shielding air? But babeDiscordant Melodies
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Fear the reckoning of those you have wronged. -- Old Norse Proverb
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