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Antichrist and barcodes
In the air that we breathe
With a little black box I hide in the sky
In the water that trickles in our mouths

In the codes that flicker are lives
On and off
Does the carton nights
Starts to swallow and shiver
And to freeze

The fish belly up
The unborn served up
Obeying the planets
No insense is strong enough
To make this life complete

Alpha and omega
The great in the small
The butterflies flutter by
The foxes stop running

The moon
As sharp as a sickle
And as bright Read more…

One of them is all alone
And evermore shall be so
Two of them are lily-white
Boys all clothed in green-oh
Three of them are strangers
O’er the wide world they are rangers
Four it is the dilly hour
When blooms the gilly flower
Five it is the dilly bird
That’s seldom seen but heard
Six it is the ferryman
The boat o’er the river floats oh
Seven are the seven stars in the sky
The shining stars be seven-oh
Eight it is the morning break
Then all the world’s awake-oh
Nine Read more…

Let me take you
On the sad go round
In the twilight zone
Hear the mournful sounds
Of the carousel
An the calliope
Where you lose your will
And abandon hope
As you spin
An the sad go round
And the world is a blur
Of confusing sound
You forget your troubles
You forget your fun
Now you’re just a world
Moving round the sun

Imperium
Imperium

Christ was born in Bethlehem
Christ was born in Bethlehem
Christ was born in Bethlehem
And in a manger lay
Imperium
Imperium
Imperium
Imperium
Imperium

And Judas he betrayed the Christ
And sold him to the jews
Imperium
Imperium
Imperium

The jews they crucified the Christ
And the jews they crucified the Christ
And nailed him to a tree
Imperium
Imperium
Imperium

Joseph picked his body
And hid it in a tomb
And Mary she came weeping
And rolled away the stone
Imperium
Imperium
Imperium
Imperium
Imperium
Imperium
Imperium

When everyone you have ever loved is finally gone
When everything you have ever wanted is finally done with
When all of your nightmares are for a time obscured
As by a shining brainless beacon
Or a blinding eclipse of the many terrible shapes of this world
When you are calm and joyful
And finally entirely alone
Then in a great new darkness
You will finally execute your special plan

One needs to have a plan someone said who was turned away into the shadows
And Read more…

Antichrist and barcodes
In the air that we breathe
With a little black box I hide in the sky
In the water that trickles in our mouths

In the codes that flicker are lives
On and off
Does the carton nights
Starts to swallow and shiver
And to freeze

The fish belly up
The unborn served up
Obeying the planets
No insense is strong enough
To make this life complete

Alpha and omega
The great in the small
The butterflies flutter by
The foxes stop running

The moon
As sharp as a sickle
And as bright Read more…

Good morning, great Moloch
Bright nothing
Sunflower
Selling your peacocks
At the corner of sight

Good evening, bloodmother
Far-off
And broken
A nexus
A typhon
A walker on stilts

Shipdreaming
And arctic
A polar explorer
A seagull
And seahorse
Crossbred

And unborn
Good morning, great Moloch
Great silence
Burntriver
Driving home darkness
At the close of the day

Good evening, bloodfather
Smudged by the twilight
Made iridescent
By the tongue of the sea

Quicksleeping
Equator
A patchwork
Of terrors
Bound up in brightness
From swallowing gold

He crouches on the floor, there’s a mask on the wall
And he leafs, through the pages of a book
But wait as he may in the shadow of other leaves
His heart, in embraces to times long since scorched

The horizon folds over, with a purpose sun rise
And the wind, carry smoke, from the world that is burning
The smoke clogs in his hair, and he’s covered with patterns
And a decent, of life trees, on his camouflaged soul
With a winter Read more…

Good morning, great Moloch
Bright nothing
Sunflower
Selling your peacocks
At the corner of sight

Good evening, bloodmother
Far-off
And broken
A nexus
A typhon
A walker on stilts

Shipdreaming
And arctic
A polar explorer
A seagull
And seahorse
Crossbred

And unborn
Good morning, great Moloch
Great silence
Burntriver
Driving home darkness
At the close of the day

Good evening, bloodfather
Smudged by the twilight
Made iridescent
By the tongue of the sea

Quicksleeping
Equator
A patchwork
Of terrors
Bound up in brightness
From swallowing gold

Like dust
I am lost in the world
I thought that I
Had a place
Between the heavens
And the earths
Between the starred sky

I feel the crunch of dirt
I smell the scent of flowers

My aimless feet
To be in the world
And not of it
That’s the aim of the pain
That’s the ai

I’m sorry that there seems
No happiness in life
I’m sorry that there seems
No one

Passing streams
Dying dreams
There seems to be no joy

You cannot see the ships sailing
You cannot see the sails sailing
Amassing was Christ
Amassing Read more…