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Do you know the warm
under the
Do you we exist?
Have you forgotten the
to the
Have you borne yet
& are you
reinvent the gods, all teh myths
of the
Celebrate symbols deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the
of the ancient
We need golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in
of the
Our mother is in the sea
Do you know we are led to
by placid admirals
& that fat generals are getting
obscene on blood
Do you know we are by T.V.
The is dry blood beast
Guerrilla bands are numbers
in the next block of vine
amassing for on innocent
herdsman who are just
O great of being
us one more hour to
our art
& our lives
The moths & are doubly divine
&
We live, we die
& death not it
Journey we more the

Cling to
Our passion'd
Cling to & cocks
of
We got our final
by
Columbus got
filled w/green
(I touched her
& smiled)
We assembled inside this ancient
& theatre
To propagate our lust for
& flee the wisdom
of the
The barns are
The kept
& only one of all the
To dance & us
W/the mockery
of
Music temperament
(When the King's murderers
are allowed to roam
a Magicians arise in the land)
Where are the
we are
Where is the
The New
(dying on the vine)
mockery
give us an for magic
We of the purple
We of the flight
& hour
We of arabic pleasures's
We of & the night
Give us
To
A nightr of
Give us in
The
Give of
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 still
In ways
The of Kindness
& unsporting
Forget &
Did you know exists
in books
Did you know are
running our
w/in a jail, a gaol
w/in a white protestant

We're perched
on the of boredom
We're reaching for
on the end of a
trying for something
that's found us
Wow, I'm sick of
in the light of certain

Cruel
The have the power
dog-men & their women
pulling blankets over
our
I'm sick of faces
at me from the T.V.
Tower, I want in
my bower; dig?
Royal babies,
must now replace
in the mud
These mutants,
for the that's plowed
they are waiting to take us
the severed
Do you how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death on a hour
unannounced, for
like a over-friendly guest you've
to bed
Death makes of us all
& us wings
we had shoulders
smooth as

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