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Closing in on cruel sea

Yearn thy soul it maketh me

In the mire so up to peak

So, so sold hearts

Skewed on streets of gold

Mice of refuge live endless dreams

Solitary state

Kindled in their scavenged skins

Blasted wind and fire

Where were lawyers, priest temperant few?

Cauldrons of gravy

They hunted tortured souls!

You will dance in your fleshy faces grimy skin

Tacking on the mill wall your notice of repent

Where hangeth the next neck

Quick march, quick sand stand easy now stand all alone

You always were you the trees, paper, pulp

They blood, spit, feathers, and ink

Taking all on broad shoulders, tired aching backs

Words is cheap!

Sleeping beauty she scorned you

I guess she always knew

Now that’s not me I see in a thousand reflections

There for all to see

They were not pointing fingers

Wind, trees, play tricks in shaded light

Curtains I believed you, I guess I always will

Chancing like hands guided missiles

Homing in losing fate

Hiding their rabbit holes

Fit for purpose, heavy weight so boxing snow

It had the affected glancing sly cold tin thought

Slicing through the inferior

Fields of corporal grain, private corn

Tomfoolery so neatly sliced

Enjoys no language thy tethered hands, baited hooks

Sold fast food morsels, ghostly beards, frosted ships

We sailed on in putrid seas

So ended now washed up in the minds, of the oh so timid gentle men

Curtains I believed you, I guess I always will

When will those villains of the peace, master’s meagre vantage of youth

Wasted in the strewn garbage piles of hope, scream louder aloft

Thy gathering clouds, this discontent

Where will the dead walk?

The living find faith?

Thy tried and tested abuse, thy chalice and church is poison!

Your choking thirst

We quenched the will, power to sow the heady mix

Desolated losers, lion like winners

I crown you curtains king of the dark decaying tried

Passing through cracked armour

Shining new morn light

Another day digging dollar

Choking breath, dogged collar

Wurlitzer of the mind

Draw fast now cowboys draw now for mercies sake

Curtains you are immortal

The keys to this kingdom live within

The wise fools, always their sleep

Half riding on the backs

Role on humanity, roll on

Escape, escape thy ball thy chain

This time is gold for mortal men

Curtains I believe you, I guess I always will

Where now to send thy words not quenched

I gasp aloft, I’ll choke thy flames thy ringing chords, howling rage

Who hides this choice to make this life, generous fruitful zest?

For fear me not! You will be heard

For I be mercy, and not for her enchanting blissful, golden ways

I ride upon thy widening waste

Immortal dirge in burning aluminous white

To spur me on thy nightly beam, my brightening star, so heating life

Your vantage sporn no greener grass

The emerald sweet where pounded flesh

The heavy beat and clodding feet

Who would burst! To hammer hard at wooden door

The crown and mitre Cathedral state

Condemned in silence

You will not hear or feel their beating hearts and thumping fists

Curtains, curtains I believed you I guess I always will

Sleep on and on, my merry gentlefolk