They celebrate the intellect
with cold-hearted affections
for the flesh is too far to touch
and uncertain in its love
They fear the face plain for all to see
and in advertisments fall short
of their own living being
The determined pressure from heights above
establishes the whips of the chained hordes
And a voice stretches across the sea
calling from ash the army
and from the intermitent place of absence
light is shed upon the carcass
just as it must be
They celebrate the life to come
while wallowing drunk
inebriate to Jupiter's light
Vesper's death in new morning is bright
He returns with a new name
in full strength to shoulder the blame.
Friday, December 17, 2010
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