vrijdag 29 juli 2011

WHEN THE FALLOUT COMES


Host abused
You linger along
Triumphant
Without a crown

Burning Ayatollahs and the Gatling gun
Where is the sense in sensibility?
Just open your hand
Open your mind my friend

Round tables and discontent
Minds speak and talk
Talk and speak
This reeks
Of the despicable

Demons to all
Angels to none
Enter the code
Pull the lever
Then the fallout comes

Eyes pop out
Drainage and contempt
Distraught harvest
Heaven’s put up for rent
Heaven cries like a widow
All I feel is contempt

Lady Godiva trampled by her own horse
It’ll take eons before something will emerge again
from the waters onto the shores
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