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Do you know the warm
the stars?
Do you we exist?
Have you the keys
to the
Have you been yet
& are you
Let's reinvent the gods, all teh
of the
Celebrate symbols from deep forests
you forgotten 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
on young blood
Do you know we are by T.V.
The moon is dry blood
Guerrilla bands are numbers
in the next of green vine
for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are dying
O great of being
grant us one hour to
our art
& perfect our
The & atheists are doubly divine
&
We live, we die
& death not it
Journey we into the

Cling to
Our passion'd
to Cunts & cocks
of
We got our vision
by
Columbus got
filled w/green
(I touched her
& smiled)
We have inside this ancient
& theatre
To propagate our for life
& flee the swarming
of the
The barns are
The windows
& one of all the rest
To & save us
W/the mockery
of
inflames temperament
(When the true murderers
are allowed to roam
a 1000 arise 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 glove
We of the flight
& hour
We of arabic breed
We of sundome & the
us creed
To
A nightr of
Give us in
The
of color
hundred
a mandala
for me & for you
& for silky
pillowed
a head,
& a bed
decree
Resident
has thee
We to believe
in the old days
We receive
In little
The of Kindness
& unsporting
Forget &
Did you know freedom
in books
Did you madmen are
our prisons
w/in a jail, w/in a
w/in a free protestant

We're perched
on the edge of
We're reaching for
on the end of a
We're trying for
that's already us
Wow, I'm sick of
Live in the light of

Cruel
The sevants have the
dog-men & mean women
pulling blankets over
our
I'm sick of faces
at me from the T.V.
Tower, I want in
my garden bower;
babies, rubies
must now aborted
in the mud
These mutants,
for the plant plowed
they are waiting to us into
the garden
Do you know how pale & thrillful
comes death on a hour
unannounced, for
like a scaring guest you've
to bed
Death makes of us all
& us wings
where we had
smooth as

No more money, no more dress
This other kingdom by far the best
until its other jaw reveals
& loose to a vegetable law
I not go
a feast of friends
To the family