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Kingdom come kingdom go
That you may carve upon my grave
confined in a six walled box
I will no hear the clocks
Indifferenty ticking in cold mansion halls
come come kingdom go
Mementos relics crated
A million things all behind
Relationships with
Conducted as if I was buying slaves at
court at gross parties
Where punch drunk sycophants slobbering
To suck my ...
I escaped to my collection
Titians tits and Goyas
Glower through the high traceries
Oily smears bequeathed by souls
throughout my long daze
Scumbled paint in fossils
Many a sad sullen -
Christ eternal away from me
Behind a and ancient glaze
In my
of ego
Gradually mass between the nursery and now
for meaning
Walking insensible
of childhood turned to stringy vegetable
Troubled at by flashbacks flashbacks flashbacks ...
Waaa Mummy
I want to go potty
Training: I don't want to share my toys with the other
They're
I ...
Child that I was when was I last young?
When did comic wood bricks trading in con-tricks?
did innocence shudder and die?
Adolescent I planned to total command
vision's guilt edge on the bars of my play-pen
Hoped to the swift passage of time
As though by some chance I could recreate
pie?
Lovely!
My hopes a statue my mouth became a gun
In the hit parade of self interest I remained at one
I was Mozart's old with a special gold inlay
I was always a of music but I never did learn to play
I thought I'd be saved by my collection to begin
I thought I'd be saved by my
you believe it?
I did; but ...
- Nanny Conscience?
Is you standing at the end of my bed there Nanny?
My word, it's a long time since you've been round
Out in the - you're looking dreadful
I mean, so pale and
at your skin ... My god, the wrinkles!!!!
Nanny-nan-nanny; had her made into a lamp for me
I needed light to shine
But
From her portals ... Oooooooo!

Don't you think it's about time you started nice to me

One day soon I'm going to up big and strong
And my ego will build me a
And nobody in there will me
Wash behind my ears or eat my or
Share my toys with the children who are just horrid anyway
Not me
I myself as dry as a desert
Still in the end there was nothing to call my own
This freedom from pain with I toyed
Became a to a void
The only left were relative to power
The with life in ivory towers
The seconds stretch until fit the skins of hours
The faithless who come and go
They run away melted snow
A temple to ego constitutes a home
And though it sad
This jangling junk we are
A passing pageant passing
There be something
Something that can last more than the sense of life as
A and pointless overture
To
Fear debilitating fear and death round in circles
Turn!
Kingdom come kingdom go
Collecting clouds before the Son
On pain of death our pass
Secreting over insight
Human is fertilised
Human span it's wombing
Ward of fragile child
Aborted by unfettered reason - that
Both ends
Collecting trash collecting
Vampires ego and clutches
When cross examined by the
It carves the up into crutches
at both ends
Some ...
Ling is donkey borne
A
The bleeding palms on
nothing but the scorn
Of who cannot bear their eyes to meet
in artificial light
Who needs to star in a cast?
I leave collecting to the
To one last I asked them all and One
And when it was over I that all but One haad gone
Did Jesus have a grave stone upon which to His name?
When He came collecting the grave gave up it's
Now no-one worthwhile living
For it is a that grows from His seed of giving


A crystal ball


Sweet sugar you can keep all
Heaven is not for ...
BASS : MITTEN
DRUMS, PERCUSSION AND PROGRAMMING : DEVOIL
GUITARS : ANDY REVELL AND MITTEN
KEYBOARDS : RICK BATTERSBY AND CLIVE
VOCALS, SQUEAKY TOYS AND NOISES : GEOFF MANN
BY : ANDY, BRIAN, CLIVE, RICK AND GEOFF
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