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Do you the warm progress
the stars?
Do you know we
Have you forgotten the
to the
Have you been yet
& are you
Let's the gods, all teh myths
of the
symbols from deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the
of the ancient
We great golden copulations
The fathers are in trees
of the
Our mother is in the sea
Do you we are being led to
slaughters by placid
& that fat generals are getting
obscene on blood
Do you we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is dry beast
Guerrilla bands are numbers
in the next of green vine
amassing for warfare on
herdsman who are dying
O creator of being
grant us one hour to
our art
& perfect our
The moths & atheists are divine
&
We live, we die
& not ends it
we more into the

Cling to
Our passion'd
to Cunts & cocks
of
We got our final
by
groin got
filled death
(I touched her
& smiled)
We have assembled this ancient
& insane
To propagate our lust for
& flee the wisdom
of the
The are stormed
The windows
& one of all the rest
To dance & us
W/the divine
of
Music temperament
(When the true murderers
are allowed to free
a 1000 arise in the land)
Where are the
we are
is the wine
The New
(dying on the vine)
resident
us an hour for magic
We of the glove
We of the flight
& hour
We of pleasures's breed
We of & the night
us creed
To
A of lust
us trust in
The
of color
hundred
a rich
for me & for you
& for your
house
a head,
& a bed
Troubled
mockery
has claimed
We used to
in the good old
We still
In little
The things of
& brow
Forget &
Did you know freedom
in school
Did you know are
our prisons
w/in a jail, a gaol
w/in a free protestant

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

Cruel
The sevants have the
dog-men & mean women
poor blankets over
our
I'm sick of dour
Starong at me the T.V.
Tower, I roses in
my garden bower;
Royal babies,
must now replace
in the mud
These mutants,
for the plant plowed
they are to take us into
the garden
Do you know how & wanton thrillful
death on a stranger hour
unannounced, for
like a scaring over-friendly guest
to bed
Death angels of us all
& gives us
we had shoulders
smooth as

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