i and i wept by the waters of Knoxville remembering Zion repatriation, what a notion slowly, we came to our senses
the brave new world closing in around us we sought our refuge at the doors of perception
timothy leary and Marcus Garvey were on a bad trip together one day when it began to snow outside like grace from heaven, falling i was there with them the angel of death
my thanatalivity is all i know now i will make it to the end