Week Nineteen. What's changed? What's stayed the same? Boy oh boy.
"Even brute beasts and wandering birds do not fall into the same nets and traps twice." -- Jerome
It's that fresh talent, so slick with blood
The virgin universal flow Liquid Love
No rehearsal, I'm sick with the fire,
Fever one-hundred
and five-- Fahrenheit,
and I'm fighting my paranoia
The pariah, anointed and attired in white
I'm Shiva the destroyer, the morning star in the night
the bleach in your detergent,
teacher to disciples,
leeches for the surgeon
speakin' t'ward the idol
So level with me now, like you never said her name?
Lucy in the Sky With the Diamonds in Chains
I bring the rains down, forked tongue like lightning,
I been puttin' work in, I been sittin' writin'
I die before the curtain, I get up with the silence
When your breath disappears with the elements' alignment
The lights and the music, sentiment and science
Fight for your amusement, but spit in your defiance
So listen, our liaison brief, but it's essential
And I'm leaving with the last beat of the instrumental
So tell me 'bout the genesis of the scar on your cheek
I heard the gods got envious when they saw your physique
Amen, that's the law as I speak, servant to cipher
Running back to zero in algebra and desire
The prince of air, god of this world, 2 corinthians
staring down bloodshot, lynched up, oblivion
Damian, taming the wind, running my mouth
radiant, blaming myself, running from doubts
Submitted May 11, 2019 at 03:30AM by PaladinBen http://bit.ly/2vTIrrH
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