blues and greens piercing me
the creased letters had me glad for quite some time
that I drew the line at sanity
I couldn't stand to see my own two legs swept out from under me.
Thunder and rain
A baby's death. a Mothers pain.

I am outside of my skin,
roaming around yours for a bit, because I saw the moon
and it was as soft as dough
it dripped life into me, but forgot the plants below.
Stone cold. Oils foe.

Perishable and measurable beyond compensation.
A complete admiration for the word, for the world,
and everything in between.
Beneath the fiends of men that withstand the bends
and the twists of fate
Deliver us to the gates of heaven
Eleven men stood where eleven men fell down to hell
Demons all, and demons only
prudence betrayed us. A famine of desire.

The baby arose to find itself now buried
Heat. Hells kitchen heat warmed its back
no mother to coo to
earth, for what nutrition it's worth gave humble life and girth
a loam child of no mother and no father

A born saint, feasting on the ashes of mount deity.
Hail thee, oh chosen one
God hath forsaken us!
Our lives of dust
are nothing by compare.

Fools, following a jealous God!
"Call out to me or be forgotten and vanquished "

No matter
a new world order is due
the lamb of the earth shall walk once more
spreading tales and wisdom of our pompous "lord"

Let us take back the earth,
let us take back our beauty.
Our ancestors are dead
Tis a new age without reason to beseech
Have love or find it
make temples that bind it
pray to love
hold the weight of a feather
and let it glide