Remus

(Remember the black grail motto of infinite greed)

When you save all your sorrows

And hopeless tomorrows

When you beg, steal and borrow

From the remains of the day

When stories of suffering just make your heart bleed

You concede with relief like the thief in the night

In the sight of his den, where he can then

Hide from the heat, to retreat from the view.

More true than the red, white and blue, of factory farms

That do harm to purge, all the rotten, misgotten

ideas of divine, when you were all mine

Link all the chains and bloody remains

of your mistakes and the pain that creates

In the lost...

I deny, nothings permitted

and everything is true

In the lost and the loveless

and the wild and the wreckless

In the doomed and despondent

Your correspondent will tell blues

It passes for news in lost towns

On the end of a bad karma trip

Just facing death death

with a hunch and a sigh

And a glint in their eye

that says I know why

(And the need to believe in some infinite creed)