Gyres of black birds in the sky,
new born turtles on the beach,
pets are running to the sea, chasing the safety,
all around a blinding whiteness
like the eye of God,
I can feel my shoulders on flame...
perhaps He looks at me...
fall down!
Birds of prey are searching for the meat
where's tender and air is full of their recalls
and these shrieks drive me to insane.
I'm completely alone, path's like turtle's walk
or a red hot naked stone.
This nature can be... disgusting!

There's some fierce divinity
kept secret in tribality
in sisterhood with the saltish pits
and aggressive reptile kinds
who's present at the eternal fight
among spermatic faith in white
and the menstrual gold-red palls
it don't have a human form at all! Right now!

In the sacred out of Lascaux
there's a bird-headed man,
he fights against a buffalo
and his penis is big and erect,
horned looks hurt and it spreads
its bowels on the ground,
lo! Dicks and red-blood cavities... again...
what can it mean?
What was the Zigguratth
and what about Stonehenge?
Perhaps they act like some plugs
and so the Tour Eiffel,
and then the gothic churches,
attributes of God!
Links of cosmic energies... hard ons!

I asked a crimson king
and he taught me to talk to the wind,
a Camel box long time I looked to learn
the message that it includes,
I saw the circles and all the pyramids
in Eastern Island I saw others dicks
but in the motion of a pendulum...
now I know
can't wrong a space-time drum. That's rhythm!

Some red hair people knows
and so a lot of Jews,
gnostic snake reveals something,
we'll need some discipline,
is Bob Fripp a templar?
Well! I'll meet him at rendez-vous,
at opposite of the fifth trails...
under the pendulum!
We'll meet under the pendulum,
we'll know around the pendulum

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