Turquois Children
Upon the open plain,
they're free and happy
purity of their heart drum
beats for the scarcity
of black powdered sins
the abundance of peace.
Rouged snowflakes descend
the buffalo are running thin
the great spirit is in the empty bellies
of the earth kissed children...
The timepiece is king of predation...
that three-clawed master of all things.
Everything arising bears witness to its fall.
A reservation wears the echo of black caw.
As the 4th Reich is nearing full bloom
Jesus will guide a battered white buffalo
back in time -placing a crown of light
upon the head of the harvest moon.
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