and the longings of the day
the preferred fantacies

the myth that total destruction
never comes
while it is all around

and that the numb dumb
stories we weave
unto the fabric of insanity

have killed the God
and so we are free
to be as disgusting
as we want  

(in a dead world)
and then again

what?...what then again?

love , you say?
LOVE?

to start all over again

why talk of pure water unless you are pure
or love of country...do you dare love anyone?

to stand unarmed is to be armed-complete
you win the game if you refuse to compete

if you aint on your feet
i guess you're on your knees

she smiled bravely
she asked my name

we went to the mountain
you know the one





are you angry?
that's a start