Every Perfect Pin

They came for the Gypsies, The time tribe Romana's grand Gypsy trust To manifest in feasts of fear, horrific best, The Crucifixtion as a culture test Is sycophanted phallic prophecies; Mixing spells where river's dwell And will reveal third eye infusions That dillute foregone conclusions! The starkest of illusion will confer The dead of deadest property, I'm sure! Pillaged by proud Nazi's reeling Who have not a friendly feeling One God-Fearing German village Saddles soaked in sorrow Silently seduced bone marrow Or from sweeter water billage With Genetic trace In hemolytic face; A truth no German yearns to borrow! Where fallen angels care And Gypsyfied the wounds With age-old Gypsy healing rare; Where tinker-tapping dusters dance A dance to Gypsy tunes On pointed pins appointed special flavor; As pointed pins do point and prance Well-pointed pins provide a good and precious savor. Hemolytics is genetics with inscription Inscribed inscription's indecision. If Gypsy wounds could fill the forest With this Gypsy dance so true Then everything I thought I liked I think I still would like in you; In fact, the things I know I liked I soon would love. Genetic indescription must be fact As power angels grab a power pact The fallen angels with their power prayers Heal Gypsy wounds nocturnal during flairs! Fluoresence fills the forest Where tinker-tapping dusters dance As pure and naked dilettantes appointed Point of every perfect pin's romance.