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wow, i`m sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings.
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our sailors
I`m sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the tv
Tower, i want roses in
My garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant that`s plowed.
They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you`ve
Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven`s
Claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until it`s other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law.