A cold dark time
You feel the thunder rising in the sky
The lightning burns green
What could it mean?
Could it mean
that the king has died?
Could it mean
that the Internet
has died?
They cut their throats on the plane.
The bodies rained down
Burning
Smoking
9 months of rain
And 9 more again
I was underground in their jails,
I watched it happen on TV.
I said to the convicts around me,
wraiths
Will you follow me
I can't be killed
***
You feel the thunder rising in the sky
The lightning burns green
What could it mean?
Could it mean
that the king has died?
Could it mean
that the Internet
has died?
They cut their throats on the plane.
The bodies rained down
Burning
Smoking
9 months of rain
And 9 more again
I was underground in their jails,
I watched it happen on TV.
I said to the convicts around me,
wraiths
Will you follow me
I can't be killed
***
if I
had another care
another chance
for change
I'd call this page Raw
and another Song
and another Age
and maybe so
so maybe
I will
because the easiest thing
in the world
is to send these
missives
along
these songs
are invocation:
Mott Cromby lives
It must
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