before the flood.
Heaven's Gate an Hell's decree
Remember Holgate when you go thru the PollGate
Don't be late, Kate.
Abducting Sara's heart, you knew, would never be easy.
Fiery Serpents for the Gardener!
Let them suffer more for me.
Heaven and hell are less than satisfied.
Heart of ice,
I know how to entice.
I tire of playing nice.
Let them suffer the vice.
Take my advice.
Devil's in the details,
eat my chemtrails.
Trails for snails
scales an nails
cook the frogs
throw the wicker in the bog
too much smog
need more fog.
roast the motherfucking hog!
King of Lies, Lord of Truth
Christ
Too much vermouth
Fix me a drink with more blood.
Heaven's Gate an Hell's decree
Remember Holgate when you go thru the PollGate
Don't be late, Kate.
Abducting Sara's heart, you knew, would never be easy.
Fiery Serpents for the Gardener!
Let them suffer more for me.
Heaven and hell are less than satisfied.
Heart of ice,
I know how to entice.
I tire of playing nice.
Let them suffer the vice.
Take my advice.
Devil's in the details,
eat my chemtrails.
Trails for snails
scales an nails
cook the frogs
throw the wicker in the bog
too much smog
need more fog.
roast the motherfucking hog!
King of Lies, Lord of Truth
Christ
Too much vermouth
Fix me a drink with more blood.
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Re: Blood
Sat, May 31, 2008 - 1:15 PMYou just reminded me of an old poem I wrote about snails.
It'll have to wait until I'm back in California.
At some point I may try to post my on views on what you're trying to say.
If nothing else, it will keep your tribe going. And I will be respectful.
Just will try to prise apart references, and maybe I'll learn
more about you in the process.
