Kings and things were on the back of my drunken house

Those days always mixed with stupid twists of tribes

Or times make this your murder sigil mass

Twice thrice more times than you can call

Spite my face

I dreamt the d**ned speed night

One stroke two stroke three stroke

Water toll passion day in the horsie's play

His mouth at bared kiss

The nihil trilling the hip of night

The navel of the ghost queen

Her mouth is crowned with suns

Whilst it rains boats pour out in the waves of myrrh

Hymned myths and bulls**t

The sarcastic arch of times

Diseased and deceased

Released cobras or pure my fires

Looked at her beautiful profile

As sweet as all the alephs

Lusted

Floss miles without sheen

Wall or drops

I couldn't buy my way out of bruises by this date

Kabalistic trickery unworks

The natural drawback

Whiskered and glitching

Electronic

Face of hymn her

Who is your night

Who is your own angel

Who is your own name

The stunted statue remains encolumned

Manhide lost to the bridge builder

And cernobitic grope from behind Maat

Running simultaneously to the lupar tribes

In deserts in Afghan nylon

They and wait for Oz

To arrive in time for the theme crime

The notes and menus of the sage

On the ridge in his boiled shell Barrett

Empathic you touched me in perfumes

And sugars and almonds

In the dead red night

There were ghosts in the bed

By the piano dead

Announcing Japanese slaughter

Arriving for beheading

The dogs roll heads with China

The cat roll dead with shepherds kill kill

The monsters all molted of shedded hair

And feathers and skinned

And shifted into the greed of us all

Yesu Yesu Yesu

No spelled right from the death

Of motorbikes arisen

Dodged the bullets from sidereal Bimini

And enforced his own abbey

In and over his secret Atlantis

And watch oh clock

The cows climb domes

Spoon and belt

And clone and the night hounds home

And the arcade was the arch