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Gyvara GyvaraGyvara GyvaraGyvara Gyvara
Argentina, Graceful land Rolling forth 'neath eyes of man What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Peru Peru, sitting so high Man's structures kissing mighty sky What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Chile so cold on mountains peak Where walking chills his blistered feet What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Guevara standing glad and free Amongst those suffering leprosy Before the man became the God Before the Cuban earth he trod Before su


The-Great-WallThe Great WallThe-Great-Wall
I sit astride a great wall one leg hanging down one side, one leg the other unable to tip to this side or that the wind whistling through my icy frame
The wall is mighty, a great obelisk bastion of isolated stone and confused fissures an endless queue winds along its top an endless cascade down either side
to my right lies a land of mystery and shade where rolling mists and gnarled trunks whisper tantalising promises and my ears prick up to listen
the wind rustles, a dry papery sound as of pages whispering in a silent


A Vegetarian in SmithfieldA Vegetarian in SmithfieldA Vegetarian in Smithfield
Smoke rises, air hums To the pounding of hammers Brutal they sound Those damned war drums
Faces stare, naked snarls and hate As I walk, curious and wary Falling and Scared From gate to hideous gate
The cobbles assault my feet And I stumble, the fiends alert To my presence In this black and blasted street
Animals are hurried past Vivacious and excited they run Into oblivion Of crushing wrenches and claws that grasp
Blind eyes, still hearts Trophies of fallen times Martyr


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I walk, I stumble, I shuffle along The world bombarding my eyes Sinister echoes ripple and disappear As eternal truths flicker and die
The road is long, the street is quiet Save for the hum of the futile lights Sepulchral gloom filling the doorways and alleys Wasted facades glare down as I walk
A buzz of life, and I turn my gaze Head still heavy with the throes of reality A glimmer of hope, all too soon lost At the pathetic decadence which meets my eye
A fat crowd, awash with joy Oblivious to the doom and sorrow of the night  
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"Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold"
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