2003-08-05 - 3:17 p.m.
when the thunderhead turns into vapor/
and the victim straight castrates her raper/
there should be a loud hoorah out in the streets/
like those witch driven flying monkey beats/
there's a melting which can never be complete/
until it runs its course and shows it can't compete/
with the force that causes all to decompose/
the final countdown which is in its final throes/
and it randomly selects from all of those/
like secretions that run out of your cold nose/
you'll have to wipe it before kissin/
and consult chaotisticians/
as to how to find a way to let it flow/
and still not have a salty flavor with your beau/
it's a difficult thing to admit/
and it looks like it won't quit/
the decay of all the people that you know/
something's lost within the natural flow of things/
and that dear friends is what this sordid topic brings/
but there's a new dimension at your door/
I never dreamed of hoping for/
and you can't make it come about/
by simply turning inside out/
you have to open up your heart to what I say/
and let these words then penetrate and find their way/
to spring abundantly into the light of day/
till then I'll fertilize your heart each time I pray
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