By David Eide  

And devils came in the winter To threaten the integrity of my spirit So I told them that "Christ Is a brother," and told them to go away. Poor boys with fishing pools and stinking Buckets go to the shoreline as they shut Down the famous music hall and sold off Amps and wood from the stage. What they did in those terrible years! They dropped a nuke in my soul And then told me that Earth was dying And the economy was on the verge of collapse For the hallacious creatures to rise; the poor revenging themselves on the fat and satiated. So they elected a President but, in those satiated Days it did not matter. The harbinger of chaos showed its face, pulled down The foundations of things to reveal a long emptiness; A flowing of essential constituents to the sea of nothingness. And in that sea there was a glint of what later would bring order And brought the sounds of order to the collapsing mind. We grasped like helpless fetuses in the womb toward dubious things. The order, the order there is a pernicious being.