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o Brothers
Charles C Brooks III
& Anthony DeTomasso o Tonight we
unabashedly cursed common
clock keeping and crashed
past the witching hour, weaving each
word in decadent disregard. We are both
Dante and Virgil- educated and wise, possessed by
an insatiable lust, refusing the
thought of a set Fate behind us. We are not
obstinate excuses for rage, but
Beethoven-bred criminals brought up
for the scandal of greatness. Two
swaggering rakes, laced in
turmoil, forged in one
pulse. Blood of a
long forgotten enlightened
nobility. We are rogues
with tender hearts and a riot of
ravens within us. We wear
Nietzsche's drive to conquer around our
lady licked necks with faith
filling our quiet time. Christ walks
before us even though
our flesh is formed from an Old South
voodoo. In our
throat, a lion's roar. Untamed and
passionate, tempered,
tortured, and talented, we see the
grave as only a speed bump. We suave
wolves do not share parents, as birth is
only Chance. We are
bombastic bastard poets, currently
rewriting the world, evolving in
our inspiration.
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