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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528167" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nun in FRiar Small-Bro's Grave... Yard</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The midnight clings to dwarfish kings <br>While robot drones, adorning thrones, <br> Kneel, bowing to the Old...Guard.<br>Arrhythmic clocks and wooden box<br> Grace FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The diplohacks, in melting wax, <br>Are swept along, a thriving throng, <br> Just dying for a life...guard.<br>And Nun, alone, has beached their bones<br> In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beyond the streams, a raven screams<br>At loser fish that swarm and swish; <br> Nun gently drips her dreams...jarred.<br>There are no thanks along the banks<br> Of FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While FRiar smiles and prowls the aisles<br>The hierarch obeys his bark; <br> His maw is oozing pure...lard.<br>He tells you who and what to do<br> In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, FRiar's pets are in a sweat; <br>He calls the tunes near burning dunes<br> And taps his cloven feet...charred.<br>They roast in rooms within the tombs<br> In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His myrmidons, they drool and fawn<br>While chanting verse near FRiar's hearse -<br> Extolling, wild, the van...guard.<br>Remote controls promote the trolls<br> In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With faces straight, in bent debate, <br>They compromise their empty lies<br> With any passing re...tard.<br>Grey zombies groom white flies in bloom<br> In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With ghouls, unlearned, no stone's unturned, <br>They burnish blame with Nun's proud name<br> And leave the midnight sky... scarred.<br>They raise their hats to copy cats<br> In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rumours spread amongst the dead -<br>Nun marks the place with saving grace, <br> And phantoms keep their face...marred.<br>The sinner digs with twisted twigs<br> In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In tempests strong, Nun rang the gong<br>But failed to rise in vacant eyes -<br> He gouged the one-eyed trump...card.<br>Nun sets her sail, to no avail<br> In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nun asked him why a bird can't fly.<br>His mouth, a slut, replied &quot;tut, tut&quot;, <br> With conscience painted white...tarred.<br>A mushroom mold has taken hold<br> In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;To get ahead&quot;, his mouth, it said<br>&quot;Lay bare your breast! I'll do the rest, <br> I'll bless you in the church...yard&quot;.<br>The golden rules are made for fools<br> In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When day's undone, and night's begun, <br>Nun stirs a cup and turns face up, <br> A feeling that she's ill...starred.<br>'Tis such a crime to waste her prime<br> In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nun planned to dine with sparkling wine<br>But sips instead a bitter red <br> Served with a crystal glass...shard, <br>Behind the bog, beneath the fog<br> In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, minstrels fight beyond the night<br>And demons wait behind the gate, <br> While silence chokes the host...bard.<br>An angel sings with broken wings <br> In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A web waits, spun neath dying sun.<br>And caught ensnared, her flight impaired, <br> Nun's thoughts are how they'd die...hard.<br>The puppet people storm the stee-<br> pled FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And voices wail beyond the pale, <br>&quot;The old taboo - it echoes true -<br> Nun's bound to have her way...barred&quot;.<br>The schemes are strange and minds deranged<br> In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ms.! Cast your nets, but hedge your bets -<br>There are no odds, where purple gods<br> And hungry idle ghosts...sparred.<br>The morning foams amongst the gnomes <br> In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+O%27Leary">Terry O'Leary</a><div class=q>
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While robot drones, adorning thrones, 
 Kneel, bowing to the Old...Guard.
Arrhythmic clocks and wooden box
 Grace FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.	

The diplohacks, in melting wax, 
Are swept along, a thriving..."></div>
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