Vermin, half-truths, half lies
In front of them, on top of them,
behind them.
But their eyes are sunken, unseeing.
And it's still miles and miles
to the gate
of the ancient vineyard.
Arise, a poet-knight
And slay the snakes
In the pit of sex and perfidy.
Arise, a poet-knight
Redeem them, redeem them
From the grip of the impostor king.
All will be forgiven, comrade of the pen,
Arise a shining poet-knight.
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