The cloud was a pyramid
and it hung under
the
sun of
the night
Sirens intrude the silent night
Echo’s the beast with a haunting cry
We are the sirens that will sodomize time
A telephone pole appears in the sky
by
the flame of three jet planes
six
o clock with his liner line
in
the shadow of her glow
And
twinkled with flashes of hope
I whispered on the wind, "Sol selegna"
And you answered, "welcome back home, the dawn of gold".
Sirens intrude the silent night
Echo’s the beast with a haunting cry
We are the sirens that will sodomize time
I will shelter my kind
Be good to LYF...
recycle.
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