I saw the holy cows of Jerusalem slaughtered by fanatics,
 Those driven so far . I see no need to justify

Time stands still as you ride the old porcelain pony,

The malcavius glow of a cigarette
Lit to wander the night

What looks through the window, as light shines no more?
A rosery, preacher of the old

I put on my indian mask, rain shall come
Worship the once of aeons, known to men

A secure smile
A presence familiar

. These creatures of myth, I see the likeness

The voice of the humming bird wither
Fields of euphoria, actions unwanted

He had the eyes of a madman
.So hold me tight and tell me
Of wonders true

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