Yes, the tiger is stolen from Blake.
Tiger, tiger that lurks at night,
preying on all lost misconception
that leaves naught bur fear and fright,
takes a stand for run away perception.
Children, children that bleed in the dark,
dogs that snarl are loose in the park,
compassion has drowned in the dark pool
of the warm blood of the last fool.
I see the tiger that lurks in the night
where not one original thought is right,
he collects the human refuse to sell
in the empty church with its cracked bell.
Who wants to figure out what takes place?
Put some more make up in a pretty face?
All will be revealed in a painful revelation,
where gravel in glass hastens all acceleration.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-10-11 at 22:00
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Tiger, tiger in the night
Tiger, tiger that lurks at night,
preying on all lost misconception
that leaves naught bur fear and fright,
takes a stand for run away perception.
Children, children that bleed in the dark,
dogs that snarl are loose in the park,
compassion has drowned in the dark pool
of the warm blood of the last fool.
I see the tiger that lurks in the night
where not one original thought is right,
he collects the human refuse to sell
in the empty church with its cracked bell.
Who wants to figure out what takes place?
Put some more make up in a pretty face?
All will be revealed in a painful revelation,
where gravel in glass hastens all acceleration.
Poetry by Bob
Read 667 times
Written on 2006-10-11 at 22:00
Tags Tiger Lurk Refuse
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