And devils came in the winter
To threaten the integrity of my spirit
So I told them that "Christ
Is a brother," and to go away.
Poor boys with fishing poles/stinking buckets
went to the shoreline as they shut down the
famous music hall where Dylan played,
sold off amps and planks from the stage.
What they did in those terrible years!
Dropped a nuke in my soul, then told me
"the Earth is dying."
The harbinger of chaos showed its face, a flow
of essential constituents to a sea of nothingness.
And brought the sounds of order to the collapsing mind.
We grasped like helpless fetuses in the womb.
"The order, the order is a pernicious being."