do u know the warm under the stars?
do you know we exist?
have u forgotten the keys to the kingdom have u been born yet & r u alive?
lets reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages celebrate symbols from deep elder forest
(have u forgotten the lessons of the ancient war)
we Need great golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest & our moters in dead in the sea
do u know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals and that fato slow generals are getting obscene on young blood
do u know we are ruled by tv.
the moon is a dry blood beast
guerilla bands are rolling numbers on the next block of greenvine.
amassing for warefare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying
o great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives
the moths and atheists are doubly divine and dying
we live, we die anda death not ends it.
journey we more into the nightmare cling to life our passiond flower
cling to cunts and cocks of despair
we got our final vision by clap clumbus groin got filled with green death
(i touched her tigh and death smiled)
we have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre
to proprogate our lust for life and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets
the barns are stormed the windows kept and only one of all the rest to dance and save us with the divine mockery of words
MUSIC INFLAMES TEMPERAMENT
(when the true kings murderers are allowed to roam free a thousand magicians arise in the land)
where are the feast we were promised where is the wine the new wine (dying on the vine)
resident mockery give us an hour for magic we of the purple glove we of the starling flight and velvet hour
we of arabic pleasures breed we of sundome and the night
give us a creed to believe a night of lust guve us a trust in the night
give of color hundred hues a rich mandala for me and you
and for your silky pillowed house a head, wisdom and a bed
trouble decree resident mockery has claimed thee
we use to believe in the good old days we still recieve in little ways
the things of kindness an unsporting brow forget and allow.
did you know freedom exist in a school book
did you know madmen are running our prison
within a jail, within a gaol within a white free protestant maelstrom
wew perched headlong on the edge of boredom were reaching for death on the end of a candle
were trying for something thats already found us
WOW, Im sick of doubt live in flight of certain south
cruel bindings the servants have the power
dog-men and their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors
im sick of dour faces staring at me from the tv tower
i want roses in my garden bower, dig?
royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted strangers in the mud
these mutants blood-meal for the plant thats plowed
they are waiting to take us into the severed garden
do you know how pale and wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest youve brought to bed
death makes angels of ud all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smoth as ravens claws
no more money, no more fancy dress this other kingdom seems by far the best until its other jaw reveals incest and loose obedience to a vegtable law
i will not go prefer a feast of friends to the giant family
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