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Do you the warm progress
the stars?
Do you know we
Have you the keys
to the
you been borne yet
& are you
Let's reinvent the gods, all teh
of the
Celebrate symbols deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the
of the ancient
We need great copulations
The fathers are cackling in
of the
Our mother is in the sea
Do you we are being led to
slaughters by admirals
& that fat generals are getting
obscene on young
Do you know we are by T.V.
The is dry blood beast
Guerrilla bands are numbers
in the next block of green
amassing for warfare on
herdsman who are just
O creator of being
us one more hour to
our art
& perfect our
The moths & are doubly divine
&
We live, we die
& not ends it
we more into the

Cling to
Our flower
to Cunts & cocks
of
We got our vision
by
groin got
filled death
(I her thigh
& smiled)
We have assembled inside ancient
& insane
To propagate our lust for
& the swarming wisdom
of the
The are stormed
The windows
& only one of all the
To dance & us
divine mockery
of
inflames temperament
(When the true murderers
are allowed to roam
a Magicians 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 starling
& velvet
We of pleasures's breed
We of sundome & the
Give us
To
A of lust
us trust in
The
Give of
hundred
a mandala
for me & for you
& for silky
pillowed
a head,
& a bed
decree
Resident
has claimed
We to believe
in the good old
We receive
In little
The of Kindness
& brow
& allow
Did you freedom exists
in books
Did you know are
our prisons
w/in a jail, w/in a
a white free protestant

We're headlong
on the of boredom
We're reaching for
on the end of a
trying for something
that's found us
Wow, I'm of doubt
Live in the light of

Cruel
The sevants have the
& their mean women
pulling poor blankets
our
I'm sick of faces
at me from the T.V.
Tower, I want in
my bower; dig?
babies, rubies
must now replace
in the mud
These mutants,
for the plant that's
they are to take us into
the garden
Do you know how pale & wanton
comes on a stranger hour
unannounced, for
like a over-friendly guest you've
to bed
Death makes of us all
& gives us
where we had
as raven's

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