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Do you the warm progress
under the
Do you we exist?
Have you the keys
to the
Have you borne yet
& are you
reinvent the gods, all teh myths
of the
Celebrate symbols from deep elder
[Have you the lessons
of the war]
We need great golden
The fathers are in trees
of the
Our mother is in the sea
Do you know we are led to
slaughters by admirals
& fat slow generals are getting
obscene on young
Do you we are ruled by T.V.
The is dry blood beast
Guerrilla are rolling numbers
in the next of green vine
for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are just
O creator of being
grant us one more to
our art
& perfect our
The moths & are doubly divine
&
We live, we die
& death not it
Journey we into the

Cling to
Our passion'd
Cling to & cocks
of
We got our final
by
groin got
filled death
(I her thigh
& smiled)
We have assembled inside this
& theatre
To our lust for life
& flee the wisdom
of the
The are stormed
The kept
& one of all the rest
To dance & us
W/the mockery
of
Music temperament
(When the true King's
are to roam free
a 1000 Magicians in the land)
are the feasts
we are
Where is the
The New
(dying on the vine)
mockery
give us an hour for
We of the purple
We of the flight
& velvet
We of pleasures's breed
We of & the night
us creed
To
A nightr of
us trust in
The
Give of
hues
a rich
for me & for you
& for your
pillowed
a head,
& a bed
decree
Resident
has thee
We used to
in the old days
We still
In ways
The things of
& brow
& allow
Did you know freedom
in books
Did you madmen are
our prisons
w/in a jail, a gaol
w/in a white free

We're headlong
on the edge of
reaching for death
on the end of a
We're for something
already found us
Wow, I'm sick of
in the light of certain

Cruel
The sevants have the
dog-men & their mean
poor blankets over
our
I'm of dour faces
at me from the T.V.
Tower, I want in
my garden bower;
Royal babies,
now replace aborted
in the mud
These mutants,
for the plant plowed
they are waiting to take us
the severed
Do you know how pale & wanton
comes on a stranger hour
unannounced, for
like a scaring over-friendly guest
to bed
Death angels of us all
& us wings
where we had
as raven's

No more money, no more dress
This other seems by far the best
until its other jaw incest
& loose obedience to a law
I not go
Prefer a of friends
To the family