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Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
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Do you know we exist?
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Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom?
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Have you been borne yet & are you alive?
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Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
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Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
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[Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war]
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We need great golden copulations
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The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
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Our mother is dead in the sea
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Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals
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& that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood
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Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
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The moon is a dry blood beast
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Guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine
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Amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying
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O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives
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The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying
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We live, we die & death not ends it
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Journey we more into the Nightmare
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Cling to life our passion'd flower
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Cling to cunts & cocks of despair
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We got our final vision by clap
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Columbus' groin got filled w/ green death
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(I touched her thigh & death smiled)
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We have assembled inside this ancient & insane theatre
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To propagate our lust for life & flee the swarming wisdom of the streets
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The barns are stormed
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The windows kept & only one of all the rest
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To dance & save us
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W/ the divine mockery of words
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Music inflames temperament
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(When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free a 1000 magicians arise in the land)
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Where are the feasts
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We were promised
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Where is the wine
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The New Wine
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(dying on the vine)
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Resident mockery give us an hour for magic
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We of the purple glove
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We of the starling flight & velvet hour
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We of arabic pleasure's breed
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We of sundome & the night
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Give us a creed
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To believe
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A night of Lust
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Give us trust in
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The Night
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Give of color
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Hundred hues
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A rich Mandala
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For me & you & for your silky pillowed house
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A head, wisdom & a bed
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Troubled decree
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Resident mockery
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Has claimed thee
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We used to believe in the good old days
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We still receive In little ways
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The Things of Kindness & unsporting brow
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Forget & allow
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Did you know freedom exists in a school book
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Did you know madmen are running our prison
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W/in a jail, w/in a gaol, w/in a white free protestant
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Maelstrom
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We're perched headlong
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On the edge of boredom
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We're reaching for death
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On the end of a candle
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We're trying for something
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That's already found us
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We can invent Kingdoms of our own
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Grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust
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& love we must, in beds of rust
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Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams
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& muzak, AM, rocks their dreams
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No black men's pride to hoist the beams
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While mocking angels sift what seems
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To be a collage of magazine dust
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Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust
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This is just jail for those who must
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Get up in the morning & fight for such unusable standards
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While weeping maidens show-off penury & pout ravings for a mad staff
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Wow, I'm sick of doubt
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Live in the light of certain
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South
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Cruel bindings
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The servants have the power dog-men & their mean women
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Pulling poor blankets over our sailors
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(& where were you in our lean hour)
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Milking your moustache?
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Or grinding a flower?
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I'm sick of dour faces
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Staring at me from the T.V.
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Tower. I want roses in my garden bower; dig?
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Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted
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Strangers in the mud
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These mutants, blood-meal
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For the plant that's plowed
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They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
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Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
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Comes death on strange hour
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Unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed
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Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws
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No more money, no more fancy dress
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This other Kingdom seems by far the best until its other jaw reveals incest & loose obedience to a vegetable law
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I will not go
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Prefer a Feast of Friends
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To the Giant family
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[II]
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Great screaming Christ
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Upsy-daisy
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Lazy Mary will get you up upon a Sunday morning
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"The movie will begin in 5 moments"
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An American Prayer
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| The Doors |
