Assassins

 

‘play low artiste, beneath the muse of our loud applause

 

such ballads not sweet with lyrics of peace, steal light from our cause

 

go drown your dark dirge in your deep humility

 

and geld with the knife of our fine scurrility, candid flair for self aware

 

or, bid us lost at thy great cost’

 

YOURS: assassin’s of the art of conscience…

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‘Death of an Artist’ Series