Oh Lord! Oh Lord!
The masses, the masses
the masses rise at the mid of night.
A once-empty pit begins to writhe,
A growth of flesh and sweat.
The clocks drag, for the unadled mind.
This place of torturous joy.
The individuals act as one,
Without a master, they think the same.
Closer and closer they cram,
as their number grow,
an endless inward flow.
The lights flicker and music blares.
One drink at a time, upright corpses
the patrons shift.
As the sun does rise
these husks do flee.
They live among you and me,
but these creatures, humans, cannot be.
(4-19-25, review of a club in Barcelona)
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 11:31 PM UTC
Oh Lord! Oh Lord!
The masses, the masses
the masses rise at the mid of night.
A once-empty pit begins to writhe,
A growth of flesh and sweat.
The clocks drag, for the unadled mind.
This place of torturous joy.
The individuals act as one,
Without a master, they think the same.
Closer and closer they cram,
as their number grow,
an endless inward flow.
The lights flicker and music blares.
One drink at a time, upright corpses
the patrons shift.
As the sun does rise
these husks do flee.
They live among you and me,
but these creatures, humans, cannot be.
(4-19-25, review of a club in Barcelona)
