Who said it would take so many heathens to make a candle? Just so they could see the flame; make its way down a severed spine Swine. Be terror with a razor implanted sideways in that slit terrorist And just wait until you see the darkness; under the diamond Invent an island and see whether it sinks on a bed of fire Isolate the waves and be remade into another’s saviour Death is impenetrable poison; sewn onto the inside of the eyeball Now that’s incentive I’ve always been excited at why so many humans can be Contaminated by another’s nightmare Is that still providence or is this bitch just industry Bleet Bleet The sheep sleep peacefully in their character corrective posture Solemnly blamed but still honoured Within and without my knowledge Now wasn’t that a simple symbolic gesture of sanity? They’re all innocent and lame But when they summon the snake; all their heads shall be taken Fiends; excited by violence the aliens reanimate their kings “And this is why I’ve decided to make waffles, in favour of participating in civilization.” If only they could see what I see