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Persimmon

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  • A warning to Judas!
    Theology and hives spread
    In New Jersey
    Philadelphia and Woodstock
    The Murder Mothers Move
    Through the hedgefires over mud
    Rings of plastic madness scorn
    Ancient Rome and Egypt and Greece
    The horns fall over me
    Dreaming of times
    And lotuses in fields of rubble
    Bearded swift shift to Sophia
    Opened her heart to me
    Stood in her empty face touching her lips
    With her fists
    Biting and drawing down sparrows
    By her sighing and the space of her bow
    The lorries are full of gold and fog
    I have the wörterbuch in my hand
    I have misheard Adonai and brought down
    Aiwass in the Mass
    Corrupted Hosts by breathing grimoires
    And breaking into the
    Keeper's Pantry
    When I was in the desert I was
    By the dedred sea see the caravan
    Dragging the Sun unto set
    Heard stolen cock-crow
    Thieved pricks hardened by time
    Into your face and her grimace
    As Rainbow Patty is Goat Lady Supreme
    Your throat as breathe gold spores
    The little pinky
    The ticker and the counter
    The forged face: I have forgotten you
    With Isis and persimmon you're all
    All so told and spelled out
    X under your name Mrs. Charlie
    Poor Doll Poor Grace uninyou
    Formed I heard had news from
    Acidic Heaven
    Home of the formerly dead
    Heard have bit more than I knew was true
    Ate Stars in dreams
    Heard priests rant on pure
    Shovelled cat **** into sinks
    Gagging as the rusted sword unrolls
    Tip to Teeth in κοινὴ Greece
    Lord God
    Let it
    Day That
    In Israel
    Broken glass from another time
    Of flogging and the ded hiding
    In the bottom of the water by the headless walk
    Read pornography in cherry blossom
    In the locust storm born out of horses' thighs
  • [00:25.17]A warning to Judas!
    [00:27.54]Theology and hives spread
    [00:29.83]In New Jersey
    [00:31.13]Philadelphia and Woodstock
    [00:34.31]The Murder Mothers Move
    [00:36.53]Through the hedgefires over mud
    [00:38.71]Rings of plastic madness scorn
    [00:41.89]Ancient Rome and Egypt and Greece
    [00:46.07]The horns fall over me
    [00:47.95]Dreaming of times
    [00:49.86]And lotuses in fields of rubble
    [00:54.19]Bearded swift shift to Sophia
    [00:57.05]Opened her heart to me
    [01:00.35]Stood in her empty face touching her lips
    [01:05.43]With her fists
    [01:07.84]Biting and drawing down sparrows
    [01:11.81]By her sighing and the space of her bow
    [01:18.64]The lorries are full of gold and fog
    [01:22.21]I have the wörterbuch in my hand
    [01:26.81]I have misheard Adonai and brought down
    [01:31.34]Aiwass in the Mass
    [01:33.33]Corrupted Hosts by breathing grimoires
    [01:37.22]And breaking into the
    [01:40.93]Keeper's Pantry
    [01:43.28]When I was in the desert I was
    [01:46.14]By the dedred sea see the caravan
    [01:50.21]Dragging the Sun unto set
    [01:53.82]Heard stolen cock-crow
    [01:56.68]Thieved pricks hardened by time
    [02:00.08]Into your face and her grimace
    [02:03.39]As Rainbow Patty is Goat Lady Supreme
    [02:08.89]Your throat as breathe gold spores
    [02:13.37]The little pinky
    [02:15.07]The ticker and the counter
    [02:18.06]The forged face: I have forgotten you
    [02:22.80]With Isis and persimmon you're all
    [02:26.64]All so told and spelled out
    [02:30.37]X under your name Mrs. Charlie
    [02:35.79]Poor Doll Poor Grace uninyou
    [02:39.60]Formed I heard had news from
    [02:45.41]Acidic Heaven
    [02:47.21]Home of the formerly dead
    [02:50.36]Heard have bit more than I knew was true
    [02:55.30]Ate Stars in dreams
    [02:58.44]Heard priests rant on pure
    [03:03.63]Shovelled cat **** into sinks
    [03:05.94]Gagging as the rusted sword unrolls
    [03:09.37]Tip to Teeth in κοινὴ Greece
    [03:13.08]Lord God
    [03:14.38]Let it
    [03:14.94]Day That
    [03:15.94]In Israel
    [03:17.71]Broken glass from another time
    [03:22.19]Of flogging and the ded hiding
    [03:25.45]In the bottom of the water by the headless walk
    [03:31.69]Read pornography in cherry blossom
    [03:35.11]In the locust storm born out of horses' thighs