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I cracked the world and what emerged
A gaily feathered lyrebird
Calling my name in every tongue but yours
All flies will struggle against their fate
The crooked lines that we force straight
I know a web when one is placed before me
Antipsychotics do the trick
Though neither free of pain nor quick
They'd core us like so many rotten pears
My gut would tie in aching knots
My head cascade with just such thoughts
If I could hear them over the tossing of your
Hair
This ancient custom's learned by rote
We sound the pitches note for note
The primal cadence of some grand upheaval
Life runs downhill until you die
When the momentum from on high
Carries you deep into an earthen hell
We played with matches once when young
But years have robbed our puerile fun
We need infernos now to leave the ground
I bathe in poems clothe in psalms
My lips are dripping with napalm
And all my ire's bent to burn this whole mess
Down
Let's raise it to the ground
We'll set it all aflame
And burn our cares away
Let's burn this whole mess down