pushing purple flesh upon the vagrants and the wealthy
the zodiac spins helpless as the favored limbs are laughing
doddering marmaladed chins ride helpless truth out from me
winter fires falling from the wires always disconnecting
holy idol, rimmed with gold convictions
when we worship only contradictions
holy idol
holy idol
our sickly minds send their feeble curses garbled in the melting
stale and forgotten emptiness on the backs of slavish kingdoms
chosen hatred in the time of dying, this love just is not worthy
winter fires falling from the wires always representing
holy idol
holy idol
forced on these sovereign days
fled back to our contradictory ways
holy idol
holy idol
NOT ENOUGH POSTING here so I decided to post some feverish fragments. People working on long-form stuff now or just giving up on writing krew? I THINK NOT.