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Excremate Bleu

“To sing a song about the fleeting
terror making cravings fate
words are coming from the mouth Part one
speak before liars in wait
so that you all may hear
wielding sweeping, mighty self at every turn
taste of shame and faith and fear
leaving sour gloom to burn

“Strange is not one even word for
what I’ve held on to say
gripped, the laughing cry, as I play Part Two
lose the crybaby act unto doom
but beneath this thin veneer
that one would try to understand
the game as well as they do
not those other victims as they choose
to take their torment way too soon

*These colors have darkened
while the lines begin to blur
distinctive loss of light somewhere
stay until sale is sold of wares
so these ears can’t hear
reiterate this passionate word
mocking all this madness Part Three
reverse can get so old
break breads while you can
before seeking to learn…”

“Conquer and devise a means
blame intoxicate of mind
drugged lust for salvation’s trust
holders of a holy thrust divine
because they must draw the masses
who you will find would seem
to be the ineffectual asses
their yowling out their shit Part Four

“As a mind unto themselves
the masses rock and sway
to the sounds that undulate
this blue ex-cremate Part Five
the burning of the burnt-out
depressed to the point of this
single-minded, detail-less bullshit
into flux of sadistic, sedated incidents…