The moon hurtles across the sky
A slow and lonely mass,
It's made of cocaine not cheese,
How else would you explain
...
My god, they had killed him
They had taken him in the dark night's hue
His blood like moses's nile_
From it emanated the smell of copper
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They say that these are labour pains,
And tomorrow the people will arise.
But all I see is a trail of blood and tears_
We have been working hard in the wrong place,
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The earth has been weaned,
From the bossom of the universe_
Hurtled toward the flame
Far away from whence it once nestled_
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O' how I love thee,
A place true and dear
Where the sun stands still
Above the grassy plain;
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There is no laughter_
Only the grin of the night creatures
One can feel the soul being corrupted;
Consumed by the monsters in the unconscious
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You see they gave it no name
To them it had no soul
It came at dusk and Left at dawn;
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Rest my child
Sleep softly among the roses;
In the silence_
Let your mind ring pure
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It blooms
enthroned in golden sand,
It's beautiful petals_
Hugging the light of the sun,
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