Monday, January 18, 2010

The Last Assassin

I hear some footsteps rolling by the river

I feel the breeze, I see the leaves quiver

And then, driven by some hopeless hope, the final fall

Like the shadow of the crescent – those towers stand tall

There remained some light, long long ago

Now it’s just this weather-beaten shadow

Eyes to see

Following me….

And then the snakes….

The snakes, the snakes

The sex

The stakes…

Hurrah! For the preacher is dead !

Now sing to me a song of death instead…

This brand new song

It won’t take long

To take the shape

Of some primitive ape

And remain there

With all your prayer

Songs, abound

Glory, and that other strange sound…..

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