called into being by the one
more dead than alive by the looks of it
hopped up and strung out on earth credit
love for love they’d exchange their spark
on waves; on beaches; through freeway parks
acid rain soothes the dawn
along the bank the carriage drawn
never before and never again
would the atlas break back the long lost dead
Ramboed out a couple of guns
to deliver a fine, fine death to the devils’ flood
never before and never again
would the rose dare whisper what the wasp had said
a little bit of knowledge is a dangerous thing
for the Buddhist & Muslims & Opus Dei
never before and never again
could they bust the rock off its’ orbited spin
