An American Prayer

Do you know the warm progress under the stars?

Do you know we exist?

Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom?

Have you been born yet & are you alive?

Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages

Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests

[Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war]

We need great golden copulations

The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest

Our mother is dead in the sea

Do you know we are being led to slaughter by placid admirals

& their fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood

Do you know we are ruled by TV?

The moon is a dry blood beast

Guerilla bands are rolling numbers

in the next block of green vine

amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen

who are just dying

O great creator of being

grant us one more hour to

perform our art & perfect our lives

The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying

We live, we die & death not ends it

Journey we more into the Nightmare

Cling to life our passion'd flower

Cling to cunts & cocks of despair

We got our final vision by clap

Columbus' groin got filled w/green death

(I touched her thigh & death smiled)

We have assembled inside this ancient

& insane theatre

To propagate our lust for life

& flee the swarming wisdom of the streets

The barns are stormed

The window kept

& only one of all the rest

To dance & save us

W/the divine mockery of words

Music inflames temperament

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To be continued...