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