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[taechay]

purple strands of memories, forgiven like crimes
ideas with an old smell, branded and sold
the goo of language, blunt meanings
a strange halloween
strange like suspicious doctors
sceptical priests, teasing generals

I watch a ceremony,
a marriage anyone partakes in,
but which reason doesn't attend to
which fear and emptiness fulfill
in the sheltering church of ignorance
blessed by our childish hearts

this goes sixlegged like camels in a caravan from absurdistan
bringing money for smiles and a thank you
buying slaves for freedom from love
oh let me tell you this day
I saw the copyright note on our souls
these faces cannot hide anymore
what's behind the burning faccades of anger
although the hot fires still rage
I see the coal turning into ashes

woman of the moon, you died
guardian of my dreams, you were slain
the knife falls to the floor
and I taste the blood on my lips