The street is emotions
making fun
joking about the legs and nails
of peoples' breath
hot is the sun
bare naked in the fire of his eyes
the snakes are coming to the city
by following the sounds
his hand
the hand of his master.
Well, if I only could understand the reason
I would not want to live in your prison.
I am the king!
I am the priest!
I am here rising up
following the point of your fingers that fooled me.
I writhe for your heart that have forgotten to be.
I'll slide the clouds inside your trumpet
And I'll hide all your money inside your head.
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Ron
Very clever....
This is interesting and mysteriously attributive to Christ and sin
while resounding modernity and laying claim to more earthen spheres.
Thanks,
~D.