💚

Electric Rainsmoke

And through fire and theft Trafalgar had a clue To be raining fresh cabbage To the citizens of Rome But Halton Hills True to the fibs of Asia Heard a story about Iran There was money somehow So that the beast would blow up And set last A clue and heavy spirit To Kim Jong Un- and his secret weapons Alight for Wormwood And deliverances of clay To poke the highest ceiling And hit Earthen ground at four And the dismal favour According to those who wept Saw a Woman on repeat Crying out to God Be careful here The joke is on war And differences coming That will shatter the new For symptoms across And something strange In ecstasy of war We lost our human joy And freedom perfect In this sacrilege of his And true to the glory Of Man on the seas Eating clover at land For dreams of giving high To citizens complete And we’ll speak of morning news About this mire And how Invega lost his herd Ringing golden cattle And the sympathy of rain Giving in to every eyesore And injecting bits of hair So to the simple we speak An eye to the cross we can heal For Rosewood and Victory Jane The Earth is inside a computer And making every hostility wide We have needles to pay where we go Indescribable bits of clear To the top of the forest of un And the dodecarose Heard it was made of amber And the offer we made and knew Saved us from the war.