Ghastly ghoul,
you are grotesque.
Gruesome,
oblivious and inattentive.
Pay attention,
pony up.
Pay the piper.
Sweet sister sings,
and I hear nothing.
Her symphonies no longer brighten,
now they choke the light from the sky and cloud me.
I am a storm no one should weather.
Serenade me no more,
your song is wasted.
-Daniel Hodgson
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