>>lost in a turn found wrong when the right is left
What is faith if not a song of devotion sung
by a dove sodomized with an olive branch?
We watch for rainbows waiting for our luck to turn,
those old promises of gold in cauldrons
a gilding of lilies that gelds the divine.
(he's a eunuch now, castrated under an anti-nepotism clause)
And man, cast in his image, it's a wonder we still want to screw.
Don't worry: radiation treatments will kill any sperm we can spare.
Only cockroaches are carried by beak of dove now and it's awful
hard to seea rainbow through the shadow of a mushroom cloud.
Our corneas might have melted but still here
we wait watching the fallout of faith:
Worlds turn on dimes--dirt cheap.
A price that we can still afford to pay.