ok smart-***... you go in there alone, let's see you drinking a few beers in there, looking forward, walking, as if your eyes were closed.

gone the woodwinds of old, the old orchestra
in taters...  come this anarchistic tribalism
the spawn of capitalism,
without elders or any hierarchic
sensibility of respect, come... come!
it must come... terror on one side
via the enemy's wishes...
corruption on the side of our brethren,
the two culture clash...
yet still i remember the younger me
eager to collect the oeuvre of
iron maiden, prompted by
fear of the dark, later to discover
https://goo.gl/Z5xfLT (afraid to shoot
strangers), later to walk into the forests
alone in the dark, sitting on a fallen tree,
******* myself to bare skin
of the upper body and hearing a branch-snap
saying out-loud: 'no wild animal would come
this close'... in full-glitter moonlight,
then that dog... that dog chasing rabbits...
well, if the dog ain't real, neither are the rabbits...
you tested your Celtic Cerberus on me,
one headed, larger than an irish hound...
the dog... the dog... i just sat there
in the dark, drinking awaiting a hell-swarm...
but indeed a love for a single artist like that...
later came tool and slayer oeuvres...
but iron maiden stole me first...
if it were fear of darkness, why would i double
it by wearing sunglasses?
fear of the dark* got me started...
i encapsulated all the productivity from the debut
album through to brave new world...
yes... all of the albums -
but i **** you not, that dog in Bower Wood at night...
Hades was nearby.