Occurring throughout the universe,---

much of our desire---

much of our reasoning had become rife

and in our years we felt like stars

celebrated wide and far

Seven billion motion pictures astir

Though all are taught that they are---

To star in maybe one---

or twenty-eight…

Little siren in the scrimpy, black blouse
Sought it is not to hoist cookies before coveted mouths

Beneath these horrid ceilings I hunker
By crooked tones of blackness a slave I am taken
The madness multiplies limitlessly
With the death that is each day & dusk
“We grow in numbers…”
Yes, that was the whisper ringing in my ears
“But fewer a soul within reach stand aware

Glenn [synchronized]
The constant of torment I bare

Anonymous Voice [synchronized]
The constant of torment you bare

Such merciless tones carved so murderously
So provocative yet so tyrannical


Glenn & Anonymous Voice [synchronized]
“To taste again of foreign crucifixion we shan’t;
The grief was far too great before!”
“And but of what authorization do they carry
to smite us as callously as they have?”
“In deep thirst we have been doused;
Lastingly we’ve been branded by the dualism
this troublesome hellion displays”