Freedom from Women


What of citadels and the eyes cannot see?
Thrones of women glitter in rotten blood,
Incessant mad emotions curving like rivers,
Storms if ever be but I still cannot fathom,
What of citadels and the eyes cannot see?
Yes, when the hearing has been dismantled,
An uncontested rivalry in domes and pillars,
Battering bones and bricks breaking breaths,
What of citadels and the eyes cannot see?
Loyalty gasped through air to mock mists,
The statues silenced as great walls erupted,
Hollow within and still beget each other,
What of citadels and the eyes cannot see?
Women in swamps of monasteries gather
Deities to associate dissociating society,
So full of themselves that shadows lurk,
What of citadels and the eyes cannot see?
The need to lock monsters in dungeons,
Their cries as loud as explosive thunders,
Then wild laughs tools of seduction,
What of citadels and the eyes cannot see?
As if the scales of justice left to drown,
Citadels forsaking thrones and crowns,
Until the eyes disclosed hidden blinds,
What of citadels and the eyes cannot see?
Tuesday, 11th of November 2014
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