An American Prayer

Do you know the warm progress under the stars?

Do you know we exist?

Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom

Have you been borne yet and are you alive?

Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages

Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests

Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war

We need great golden copulations

The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest

Our mother is dead in the sea

Do you know we are being led to slaughters

By placid admirals and fats slow generals

Are getting obscene on young blood?

Do you know we are ruled by T.V.?

The moon is dry blood beast

Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine

Amassing for warfare on innocent herdsman who are just dying

O great creator of being grant us one more hour

To perform our art and perfect our lives

The moths and atheists are doubly divine and dying

We live, we die and death not ends it

Journey we more into the Nightmare

Cling to life Our passion'd flower

Cling to Cunts and cocks of despair

We got our final vision by clap

Columbus groin got filled with green death

I touched her thigh and death smiled

We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre

To propagate our lust for life and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets

The barns are stormed, the windows kept and only one of all the rest

To dance and save us with the divine mockery of words

Music inflames temperament

When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free

A thousand Magicians arise in the land

Where are the feasts we are promised?

Where is the wine The New Wine?

Dying on the vine

Resident mockery, give us an hour for magic

We of the purple glove

We of the starling light and velvet hour

We of the arabic pleasure's breed

We of the sundome and the night

Give us greed to beleive

A night of Lust

Give us trust in the Night

Give of color, hundred huies

A rich mandala for me and you

And your silky pillowed house

A head, wisdom and a bed

Troubled decree, resident mockery has claimed thee

We used to believe in hte good old days

We still recieve in little ways the things of kindness

And unsporting brow forget and allow

Did you know freedom exists in a school book?

Did you know madmen are running our prison

Within a jail, within a gaol, Within a white protestant? Maelstrom

We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom

We're reacing for death on the end of a candle

We're trying for something that's already found us

Wow, I'm sick of doubt

Live in the light of certain south

Cruel bindings

The servants have the power

Dog-men and their mean women

Pulling poor blankets over our sailors

I'm sick of dour faces staring at me from the TV tower

I want roses in my garden bower, dig?

Royal babies, rubies

Must now replace aborted, strangers in the mud

These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed

They are waiting to take us into the severed garden

Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful

Comes death on a strange hour

Unannounced, unplanned for

Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed

Death makes angels of us all

And gives us wings where we had shoulders

Smooth as raven's claws

No more money, no more fancy dress

This other kingdom seems by far the best

Until it's other jaw reveals incest

And loose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not go

Prefer a feast of friends

To the giant family