Resurrection

Heaven was yesterday
just once will never work
my stars killed the prey
ok I will do the pork.

Now I am tired it cray I know
Maybe old but I am so
we met in the skies
you touched my hair
and it felt like hell.

dead banshee

WITH STYLE SHE DIED

IN A PAINLESS RETIRE                                                             FAITH HOLD HER GAYER

NO TRUTHS WERE HOLD                                                         WISH TO GO IN THE SOLD

WORLD OF NOTHINGNESS

                                  AND EVERYTHINGNESS

FOLD IN NO PYRE IN THESE CIRCLES OF ICE

THE TORMENT OF THESE CRIES

                                                       BUT JOY GIVES US AN ENEMY

  AND PAIN GIVES US JOY, FO

BUT HELL HAS NO RULES AND DOWN SHE WON’T LISTEN TO CRUELS

“SPERM HAS NOW FILLED MY EYES”

IN PARADISE SHE WILL FIND EVERYTHING SHE WILL

DRILL FLOWERS FROM NECTARS OF MILK

IT SOUNDED LIKE AN INVITATION TO HELL

IT EVER HAD MISSED A DREAM OF IMMORTAL SILK

NOW CHAIRS HAVE FLOWN OVER THE AIR BLISSED BY THE BELL

AND RICHES BREATH OVER HEARTLESS COURTS

WHILE POORS BREATH THEIR HEARTS IN AGONY

AND HER SOUL HAS TRAVELLED OVER THE LONELY PORTS

AND MY EYES HAVE BLISSED HER BODY IN ARMONY

PLAYED BY GOLDEN ARCS OF ANGELIC SOUNDS

ONLY IN ONE PLACE SHE WILL BET HER POUNDS.

nojsense eveywhere

they say me
an d my heart stands
standby, complete absence ...\\
offof\\
me

noises
I hear them
trembling
sound of love and peace
communion and grace, this]]\\\
they are making something up
only for everybody who stands clear
but there aren't any yet
a rose was picked up casually while Jackie fell
they are still doing stuff
they are doing it rough
they still are trembling fast. shining destroying it
they are still doing it roough to me and making me tremble
while everything is on the outside
chaos and ostility entered in my heart
\\

My heart stands still
a clock , my clock ticks cooh kooing
and everything gets late. \But none respond. Dis has made a hole between the skies and Purgatory's circles.

Cries calm 'n' shouting like a grenade falling crying like a doll scamming blummin' trumping slowin'
a doll with crystalline
eyes has cast a feather inside
a tree-shold and
 has
created
 a
sanctuary.


Dreyn has taken

the feather out of the wood
this hard-drive is broken
he flew around the fire of these circles of Hell
now he is scared
but he will go one grade more
over the forests
still flying