• the pitfalls and shadows of traumas past
    present themself within my cask
    Hitler's conquest prevails at dawn
    for the unworthy are scattered across the lawn
    we're kept in prisons to avoid enlightenment
    and the voices that we hear have only served to highten it
    dried sweat and stale tobacco fill our nostrils
    and our fallin comrades head twards the whore's hostels
    all praise the burning bush as it fizzles and moans
    for it beat and raped us with accusitory tones
    revelations of extacy and anarchy abroad
    as hypocrites are praised and given laud
    manifestations of so called false worlds
    are given sustinance by their harsh words
    the wind whispers the tales of brittle spines
    and the power of Zeus is within my mind
    the golden rabbit cums in goats blood
    and eats the infection straight from the rose bud
    as the sun falls to its home
    we see that we are always alone