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Do you the warm progress
the stars?
Do you know we
you forgotten the keys
to the
you been borne yet
& are you
Let's reinvent the gods, all teh
of the
Celebrate symbols from deep forests
[Have you the lessons
of the war]
We need golden copulations
The fathers are in trees
of the
Our mother is in the sea
Do you know we are led to
by placid admirals
& that fat slow are getting
obscene on blood
Do you know we are by T.V.
The is dry blood beast
bands are rolling numbers
in the block of green vine
amassing for on innocent
who are just dying
O great creator of
us one more hour to
our art
& perfect our
The moths & atheists are divine
&
We live, we die
& death not it
we more into the

Cling to
Our flower
Cling to Cunts &
of
We got our final
by
Columbus got
filled death
(I touched her
& smiled)
We have inside this ancient
& insane
To propagate our for life
& the swarming wisdom
of the
The barns are
The kept
& only one of all the
To & save us
W/the mockery
of
Music inflames
(When the true King's
are allowed to free
a Magicians arise in the land)
Where are the
we are
Where is the
The New
(dying on the vine)
mockery
give us an hour for
We of the purple
We of the starling
& hour
We of arabic breed
We of sundome & the
Give us
To
A of lust
us trust in
The
of color
hundred
a rich
for me & for you
& for silky
house
a head,
& a bed
decree
Resident
has thee
We to believe
in the old days
We still
In ways
The of Kindness
& brow
Forget &
Did you freedom exists
in books
Did you know are
running our
a jail, w/in a gaol
w/in a white protestant

We're headlong
on the edge of
reaching for death
on the end of a
We're trying for
that's already us
Wow, I'm of doubt
in the light of certain

Cruel
The have the power
dog-men & their mean
pulling poor over
our
I'm sick of faces
at me from the T.V.
Tower, I roses in
my garden dig?
babies, rubies
must now aborted
in the mud
These mutants,
for the that's plowed
are waiting to take us into
the severed
Do you how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death on a stranger
unannounced, for
like a scaring over-friendly guest
to bed
Death angels of us all
& gives us
where we had
smooth as

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