anyone you see
who seem to be spittin fires,
comes along
accompainied by
the flaming choir.
every instrument up in flames
now all that the remains
means to us
is but another sacred day.

the charcoal left behind
will help us light the hay,
though just a temporary plaster
is all it be, for i fear
for the day to cometh here upon we,
during which, I will not envy thee.
flee.

danger, stranger.
for you, for me.
surrounded by heat
the one and all time
everlasting feat.
hell on earth
with just the ashes
left to eat.

the ash, it tastes so good
and to me its free.
for i walk this path
through fire and flames,
the path of redemption
requires drastic spiritual change.

rearrange, rearrange,
i’m a metaphysical mage
of this damned age.
now wage
this war.
raw and in awe.
lowered onto the saw,
my body is ripped apart,
in agonizing glory.

my body; the planet that stands below us.
the saw; the sharp and twisted
human delusion of superiority.
suck the earth dry,
then run off and fly
to other poor hosts
like the disease that we are.
far far far
across the galaxy,
the cosmos,
we are the impossible human fallacy.