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Do you know the warm
under the
Do you know we
you forgotten 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 great golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in
of the
Our is dead in the sea
Do you know we are led to
by placid admirals
& fat slow generals are getting
obscene on young
Do you we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is dry beast
Guerrilla bands are numbers
in the next of green vine
for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are dying
O creator 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 flower
to Cunts & cocks
of
We got our final
by
Columbus got
filled w/green
(I her thigh
& smiled)
We assembled 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
W/the divine
of
Music inflames
(When the King's murderers
are to roam free
a 1000 arise in the land)
Where are the
we are
is the wine
The New
(dying on the vine)
resident
give us an for magic
We of the glove
We of the starling
& hour
We of pleasures's breed
We of & the night
us creed
To
A of lust
Give us in
The
of color
hundred
a mandala
for me & for you
& for your
house
a head,
& a bed
Troubled
Resident
has thee
We to believe
in the good old
We still
In little
The things of
& unsporting
Forget &
Did you know exists
in books
Did you madmen are
our prisons
w/in a jail, a gaol
a white free protestant

We're perched
on the of boredom
reaching for death
on the end of a
We're for something
that's already us
Wow, I'm of doubt
Live in the light of

Cruel
The sevants have the
dog-men & their mean
pulling blankets over
our
I'm sick of faces
Starong at me the T.V.
Tower, I roses in
my bower; dig?
babies, rubies
must now replace
in the mud
These mutants,
for the plant that's
they are waiting to us into
the severed
Do you how pale & wanton thrillful
death on a stranger hour
unannounced, for
a scaring over-friendly guest you've
to bed
Death makes of us all
& us wings
where we had
as raven's

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