maandag 1 december 2008


The dagger executes its task perfectly
Man do we need a new plan
Sounds bouncing off my helix
I’m trapped inside the hyperbole
of numerous existences

Trapped inside a parallax view
beyond the trappings of time

Her heart pillaged
the children of love inoculated
Love can be a dagger without rules

A hobo who’s really a rich man
At home he owns lots of stock
False prayers, a cloak and an old clock
Chiming at the same time
The begging bowl
s honour without owning a dime

“Saddle up boy,
this grass’s for sale
We’ll throw in a fence for free
If you own none”

Don’t you cry
poor inoculated child
this dagger pierces everyone
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