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Beloved reader, I leave you now with a tale penned by the Abbe du Coulmier, a man who found freedom, in the most unlikeliest of places: at the bottom of an inkwell, on the tip of a quill. However, be forewarned, it's plot is blood-soaked, it's characters depraved, and it's themes... unwholesome at best. But in order to know virtue, we must acquaint ourselves with vice. Only then can we know the full measure of man. So come... I Dare you... Turn the page...

 

To The Reader...

Stupidity, delusion, selfishness and lust

torment our bodies and possess our minds,

and we sustain our affable remorse

the way a beggar nourishes his lice

Our sins are stubborn, our contrition lame;

we want our scruples to be worth our while

how cheerfully we crawl back to the mire:

with few cheap tears washing our stains away!

Satan Trismegistus subtly rocks

our ravished spirits on his wicked bed

until the precious metal of our will

is leached out by this cunning alchemist:

the Devil's's hand directs our every move

the things we loathed become the things we love:

day by day we drop though stinking shades

quite undeterred on our descent to Hell!

Like a poor profligate who sucks and bites

the withered breasts of some well-seasoned trull,

we snatch in passing at clandestine joys

and squeeze the oldest orange harder yet.

Wriggling in our brains like a million worms,

a demon demos holds its revels there,

and when we breathe, the Lethe in our lungs

trickles sighing on its secret course.

If rape and arson, poison and the knife

have not yet stitched their ludicrous designs

onto the banal buckram of our fates,

it is because our souls lack enterprise!

But here among the scorpions and the hounds,

the jackals, apes and vultures, snakes and wolves,

monsters that howl and growl and squeal and crawl,

in all the squalid zoo of vices,

one is even uglier and fouler than the rest,
althoug the least flamboyant of the lot;

this beast would gladly undermine the earth.

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{LOVE IS NOTHING BUT A BEAUTIFUL ACHY MISTAKE} 

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  • dyslexic heart on January 4, 2009
    I love your name (:
    Are you really from Lebanon? That's awesome...the farthest I've ever been from home (Ontario) is like, Ohio (:

    pace, amore, musica
    -dh ♥
  • Lostariel on January 4, 2009
    Thank you for the fave I'll be sure to read your poetry soon. So you are from Lebanon huh?

    Love,
    Ylova
  • Thousand Petals on December 17
    Love your background

    Merry Christmas!
  • Victory Gin on November 18
    Ah, you do have the Howard Translation up. Excellent.

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