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read it in the leaves of grass withering as the time goes marching past we've sung of ourselves, total selves, man and woman one, *********** plumes of white cloudy dreams into the holy skies, total consummation, writhing pleasure lips, part smile, part begging, total self-adulation but, the grass withers my old friend those fields, tepid pools of oil our skies, churning ebbs of burning progress a civil war roils, just beyond our yard remnants of it tumbling within the square boxes we worship for their divertive power no longer brothers and fathers north and south, pounding powder death but, mothers killing mothers, fathers murdering their unborn sons and daughters a generation of human flesh eats the soil of the earth, drinks the blood of its rivers, plunges its arms deep within the arteries of the land pulling forth trinkets and black milk to feed our steel cattle to ***** towering mirrors of our false power and prestige and progress and prowess of mind and prudence of judgment no, no, no! lies of a blathering ***** unhinged, we scream at our total selves, man and woman one, this is not the song i intended to sing
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Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 9:07 AM UTC
Pleasure
read it in the leaves of grass withering as the time goes marching past we've sung of ourselves, total selves, man and woman one, *********** plumes of white cloudy dreams into the holy skies, total consummation, writhing pleasure lips, part smile, part begging, total self-adulation but, the grass withers my old friend those fields, tepid pools of oil our skies, churning ebbs of burning progress a civil war roils, just beyond our yard remnants of it tumbling within the square boxes we worship for their divertive power no longer brothers and fathers north and south, pounding powder death but, mothers killing mothers, fathers murdering their unborn sons and daughters a generation of human flesh eats the soil of the earth, drinks the blood of its rivers, plunges its arms deep within the arteries of the land pulling forth trinkets and black milk to feed our steel cattle to ***** towering mirrors of our false power and prestige and progress and prowess of mind and prudence of judgment no, no, no! lies of a blathering ***** unhinged, we scream at our total selves, man and woman one, this is not the song i intended to sing
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Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 9:07 AM UTC
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