Time has slowed into the withered
creep of an illegal man
whose dreams are nothing but a list
Of nasty plots and wicked plans
His pots and pans breed germination
depraved like his imagination
Creatures made of thoughts and stardust
hardened to a psychic crust
Because angels are bacteria
Astral malaria
Stay their way, never foray
Just sit and watch the human race play
He seeks the hues adulthood lacks
drifts through the grey into the black
and in the blackness time and space
take form behind the human face
Particles they scream and laugh
careening through the great beyond
the greater yonder we all wander
as we wonder where the colour’s gone
Because humans are the viral demons
Slay and flay just to spread their semen
Pain so great won’t make them decay
Mutate and prey in newfangled ways
The inky black my blind our elves
and pixies to our very selves
but in our very souls takes place
the kaleidoscope of time and space
The hand of god may strike us down
banish us into the ground
but in our atoms there’s a place
that heaven’s breath cannot erase
When all of life is just a cosmic faux pas
A distant star with its soul ajar
Don’t let our lord try to heal his scar
Close your eyes and fight from afar
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