Monday, October 24, 2005 :::
 

Marching on heaven

(c'est le titre)

Marching on Heaven
With bliss and bitterness
Cunning slaughter filled with sadness
Boots, plates and salt and shells
Melting bells of lethal distress
Forever raising hell

Burning Eden
Napalm sluts raping new Adam
Apples tie unseen plots of sex struggle and fame
Swiftly turning to a sour stew of greed and treat and shame
Last peering at the hot garden of grass and lust and seeds
Eve suicides without a word, Adam hardly notices

Jesus lied
There’s no heaven
Earth is hell

Bombing the Golgotha
Lady Mushroom on holy trip
Nailed god-insect under the steelbird storm of shit
The Creator experiencing the mighty power of hatred
Bunkers of flowers don’t stand a shower
Mankind won’t have its hour

Blurring the colors of alphabet into one gray letter
The Beast of Time turns everyone mad
I should have given angels a try
For now the worst is for the best

Singing the great battles of nothingness
Subjugator of unknown realms
Balancing between several universe
Worshipping inane dreams
For now I rest

I lost all self-esteem
Life’s a handful of sleep pills

My thoughts are in a mess
Roving inside a time machine
Then letting me guess how to feel

Consequently I suspect:
The pursuit of happiness
Might take as far as death.

::: posted by Tranxenne at 12:20 PM

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