Cotton Candy
And it's Somer's Day
The sun there smells so sour and sweet
Bodies old and young excrete
Sticky hands and busy feet
A place in time
Where junctions meet
Dispite whats said time isn't kind
Nietzsche's time does not rewind
There's blood on these here streets
where two might meet
Down beat
Somer's lost there on a trail
Maligned ideas come to those that pale
The blistering sun and minds so bent
Money's gone
& Rubles rent
where blessed fates are lent
Pink Cotton Candy on a Summers day
A place imagined as skin turns grey
Dark empath parent threw her to the frey
Baphomet
A cast
Away
The singing harmonics as we escape
Phi twisting ladder
Justify this child's rape
and more than that a Catcher's Tune
As Rhythm steals from Heavens moon
Another child lost to wait
Another Angel sent to the Lake
Forgotten there at Satan's Gate
As bottles spin
this Paradox
Orb Spider weaves another clock
Amen
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