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Decayed Omen Reborn

Spiraling goat horns

inverted

Devolution and chaos

perverted

Mass shootings

genocide

Nowhere to run

nowhere to

hide

Dark times

forlorn

Decayed omen

reborn

to my side she stands

behind me she walks

letting a man take his place

dogs are fed

the yard needs work

money is made

I do these things

and chop a tree

the ax can't cut itself

the car can't fix itself

I am hungry

into the kitchen

wearing an apron

let me read my news

and smoke my pipe

while she cooks

like beaver's mom

this is man and woman

That's one of the quickest ones I've written. I saw you online a few mornings ago and at first I was just going to post the track preceded by 'Encore', but then I thought that was too easy. Once I got by the first stanza the rest came pretty quick.

A poet once said that if it doesn't flow out of you then it isn't worth writing. I don't completely agree with that, but I do think that there is a bit more "flow" during altered states.

Der tanz der Schatten

Dance of the Shadows

Black is no thing

but absence thereof

Black is the aether

the heavens above

Black the abyss

devoid of love

Black the night

that births the day

black to squander

to throw it away

Shadows Dance

O Fortuna

Not even the gods themselves could resist the inexorable bonds of eternity