Jul 2014
The baptist who also did circumcisions
Was filled with shame after being defiled
By someone he thought he new
Bashing his head against the stone walls
Crying
Sobbing
Laughing
Screaming
Convulsing
Dying
Dying
Dying
He came to see spirits coming
Running to whisk him away
To another plane
Of existence
They were transparent
Lustful ghosts with feet of flames
"Dance, dance, dance"
They yelled at him
"Dance on the graves of your mother
Dance on the grave of your father
Of your sister
Then on yours"
"How does it feel?
You like it?
Hows it taste?"
He snaped out of it and came at the spirits with a blessed gun
Filled with six sliver bullets that were dipped in holy water
"I know that death is not the end
This is not my end"
He said
"I know all the words and they speak for themselves, these are them"
PLOW
PLOW
PLOW
It's everywhere
But it's nowhere
On the wild side
On the other side
How does it look?
What's the name of the book?
What's it called?
The title of the book is "*******"
Ease it back
Just a bit
In the afternoon
By the mouth of the river
There used to be a tree of many colors
I rubbed my palms and fingers up and down its bark
And looked up to see
Within its branches
There was a fact
The fact that nothing lasts
A fact that things come and go
A fact things die and grow
You and everyone you've come to know
So there I was with the baptist
At the tree by the river
With the spirits coming from I don't know
We ran into the river
And cleansed ourselves of sin
All we did
And all we once were
Was wiped clean
The baptist fired his gun at his very own head
PLOW
His brains floated in the water
I cupped the salt water and blood
And drank it
I began to see doves flying over me in odd flight patterns
And the thought of fly came to me
To go
To go
To go
The cool water running down my throat
I laid back under the tree
The spirits gone
The gun in my hand
Nothing last for ever
I began to scream
"The opportunity!"
"The opportunity!"
"I've been cleaned!"
PLOW
No one ever found our bodies
No one ever came to the mouth of the river to see the tree
But somewhere
Someone has the gun with one bullet left
For either the spirits that chase them
Or themselves
I hope they know
Was filled with shame after being defiled
By someone he thought he new
Bashing his head against the stone walls
Crying
Sobbing
Laughing
Screaming
Convulsing
Dying
Dying
Dying
He came to see spirits coming
Running to whisk him away
To another plane
Of existence
They were transparent
Lustful ghosts with feet of flames
"Dance, dance, dance"
They yelled at him
"Dance on the graves of your mother
Dance on the grave of your father
Of your sister
Then on yours"
"How does it feel?
You like it?
Hows it taste?"
He snaped out of it and came at the spirits with a blessed gun
Filled with six sliver bullets that were dipped in holy water
"I know that death is not the end
This is not my end"
He said
"I know all the words and they speak for themselves, these are them"
PLOW
PLOW
PLOW
It's everywhere
But it's nowhere
On the wild side
On the other side
How does it look?
What's the name of the book?
What's it called?
The title of the book is "*******"
Ease it back
Just a bit
In the afternoon
By the mouth of the river
There used to be a tree of many colors
I rubbed my palms and fingers up and down its bark
And looked up to see
Within its branches
There was a fact
The fact that nothing lasts
A fact that things come and go
A fact things die and grow
You and everyone you've come to know
So there I was with the baptist
At the tree by the river
With the spirits coming from I don't know
We ran into the river
And cleansed ourselves of sin
All we did
And all we once were
Was wiped clean
The baptist fired his gun at his very own head
PLOW
His brains floated in the water
I cupped the salt water and blood
And drank it
I began to see doves flying over me in odd flight patterns
And the thought of fly came to me
To go
To go
To go
The cool water running down my throat
I laid back under the tree
The spirits gone
The gun in my hand
Nothing last for ever
I began to scream
"The opportunity!"
"The opportunity!"
"I've been cleaned!"
PLOW
No one ever found our bodies
No one ever came to the mouth of the river to see the tree
But somewhere
Someone has the gun with one bullet left
For either the spirits that chase them
Or themselves
I hope they know
