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Scud Babylon I
Cain Reversal II
The blood must be re-claimed from the soil
With the heavy bodies bent with lust and toil
Each rivening day strifing the rule of the garden
The mohammedans straking for some pardon
Not for themselves or all alone under banished sky
For all the abandoned who look forward to die
Nothing so simple as an unwanted blessing
A mercenary corp of doctors or hessians
The great stock of whisky, a limited edition
A dusty tome of Aristotle and keen erudition
Prophetic Angel, Skytree, the verse of Gibran
Oracle of Day, Holy Moses, rocket of Kahlil
We go to the New Stars, Heavens Reverse
All foretold and Pointed, Reverse Engineered
The Worlds Prepared Before and Inhabited Too
Nothing left to Starve or Bewitch from the Dew
Unfathomable Promise, Time without End,
The Count of Sand or Heather and Mountains Portend
Copyright ©
Leroy Baker
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