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Do you know the progress
the stars?
Do you know we
Have you forgotten the
to the
Have you borne yet
& are you
Let's reinvent the gods, all teh
of the
Celebrate from deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the
of the war]
We need great copulations
The fathers are in trees
of the
Our is dead in the sea
Do you know we are led to
slaughters by admirals
& that fat slow are getting
obscene on young
Do you know we are by T.V.
The moon is dry blood
bands are rolling numbers
in the block of green vine
amassing for warfare on
herdsman who are just
O great of being
grant us one 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 flower
to Cunts & cocks
of
We got our final
by
groin got
filled death
(I her thigh
& smiled)
We have inside this ancient
& insane
To propagate our for life
& flee the swarming
of the
The barns are
The kept
& only one of all the
To dance & us
divine mockery
of
inflames temperament
(When the true King's
are to roam free
a 1000 Magicians in the land)
Where are the
we are
is the wine
The New
(dying on the vine)
resident
give us an hour for
We of the glove
We of the starling
& velvet
We of pleasures's breed
We of & the night
Give us
To
A nightr of
us trust in
The
Give of
hues
a mandala
for me & for you
& for silky
house
a head,
& a bed
decree
Resident
has thee
We used to
in the good old
We receive
In ways
The of Kindness
& brow
& allow
Did you know exists
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 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 & their women
pulling poor blankets
our
I'm sick of dour
Starong at me the T.V.
Tower, I want in
my garden bower;
Royal babies,
must now aborted
in the mud
These mutants,
for the plant that's
they are waiting to us into
the garden
Do you know how pale & wanton
death on a stranger hour
unannounced, for
like a scaring over-friendly you've
to bed
Death angels of us all
& us wings
we had shoulders
smooth as

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