mass destructive art
hallowed, sterile wings of kings
a world upside down

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masters of war feign
disavowing the profane
whilst praising death art

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the art of death
glorious, 'awesome', thoughtless
the death of art

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no it's not misplaced
war machines and marbled halls
perfect harmony

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an airborne siren
lands with a silvery crash
the debonair wreck

high above our heads
on a tinselled sepulchre
a pentacle burns

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Molotov christmas tree
Fires of revolutions
burning bright

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in a festive mode
the giant dalek have come
to exterminate!

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petrol and balsam
paper cardboard and tinsel
makes the brightest tree

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Christmas is over,
And while the wife is out, I'll
burn this fucking tree!

with neat roads
the city is well planned
with much greenery

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The earth is now square
No blossoms for festival
The Borg does not care

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man in reduction
technique is thy god program
look for the harness

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God laughed when they tried
to put "creative" inside
a small metal box

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Innocent circuts
data bank analysis
the Beast is born

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trails, buses, mother
conquering the world out there
here laying souls bare

rooted in dark earth
vision will clear for closed eyes
bring forth this flower

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Contemplatively
dreaming of riches to come
when they call me buddha

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Skara from Stargate
Abydos to ascension
Returns to fig tree

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Bomjon meditates
Will he enlighten us all
When he goes over?

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why don't you all try
meditating instead of
watching me do it?

in the good old days
chicken were as big as men
and smoking was cool

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so all right yous guys
no more chicken road jokes
Bugsy and me say

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Everything depends
on a banded, white chicken
standing next to me

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Chicken licken
roll your own
smokin kid KFC

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Spring of sixty nine
I started to smoke because
Zappa looked so cool.

*eighteen* sixty nine
real boys rolled their own wads and
knew how to speak hen

forgetting the song
our colours flee from the sun
with summers passing

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walking east my love
we endeavor to arrive
on islands of joy

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white sand on dry skin
moist lips hint of salty seas
chit, chat and sunset

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With Adam and Eve
On the Hawkesbury River
Original fun

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Allegorical footprints
Escape all meaning and verse
timeless and tranquil

latin at gunpoint
o magnum mysterium
dona nobis pacem

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very celibate nuns
blow off steam with pump-action
ex-carpenter cries

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hunting with god's girls
brought home a wounded devil
rest and smoke cigars

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there on yonder field
is a deliciously naked man
first come first serve

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no room for dispute
this dogma will be enforced
by shotgun wedding