Evil deeds, hypocrisy, republican democracy,
The liberal hearts bleed to a T, cacophony, obscenity disease.
The right wing vultures lay in wait, the leftist deadbeats bray for steak,
The masses gagging on their fate: ablated, slated, simulated ease.

The crust of all earthly subconscious quakes.
Slide or slake!
Flee the arid bedlam; suburban psycho-sanctum.
See the mesas rush to meet the sky!
Into the gnarled darkness escape,
Transverse the break,
Plunge to the dead man’s lake.

Hark! Nature's weight repeals inside,
insidious respite wan.
Erst Luna's swolln,
My heart cries from the mountains to the river,
Steeped in sacred gloam, wrought of Aaron's,
Fall 'fore thee.

It is the moon tide! Primeval thrall!

Thieves,
Beggars,
Have robbed our animality,
What's left is crude and base.
What remains is based on death.

In the shrieks of the human game plays
A melody sweeter than sanguine, fresh as decay,
As pure as the end and as soft as the knife;
The shrieks of the humans drained!

From the peaks of Goat Mountain
Count the heads in the valley of the slain.

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