When reason is dead and the fools are made kings,the
Salvage is close at band Whispers an idle man,patiently waiting
Regarding the plains of the faithful and prude,a land that
(We kissed this world goodbye) AgainThe distance evinced, a drama
Like a crushing stone,ripples the surface,of a silent water pondLike
My loved doll, in rubber thongYou know to whom, you
Behold the snake consume its tailConvergence in design entailedSerpent on
Within the rise of unconstraint,unveils the force of love and
the Blind are leadingthe Blind are leading the BlindIn aimless
Among the roses where I stand,torn and scratched disguised by
So what is so wrongabout lust?Isn't it just natural to
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