The green infant
Shakes dew off his rooty head
These knots in the trees look like faces
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The oracle I visit at the gate
Splays her fingers in search of fate
Drugging hearts with vain glory
And rolling her eyes
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Where to burn a conceited prayer?
Scrubbing the stains off violently
Agreements made on cynicism
How to pull the apples out of their eyes?
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There is a city
In the ghostly spaces of this place
Where times past and present converge
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For every chance of life withdrawn
A child in Eden's Spectre fawns
Who taste the apples that they find
And curse the hearts of humankind
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Organ jars of false immortals
Shattered on laboratory floors
Fields of flame shaped like wheat grains
Blood stained wings beneath the soldier's armor
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The faeries grew large
Dancing that old European style
With candles in their hands
And mist rolling around their feet
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In a palace of starlight ghosts
"Tell me boy, who loves you the most? "
Feeling through black lace curtains
They shed their earthly appearances
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This world the blue orb in my hand
A quiet thrill
An alcohol of freewill
Thoughts circling in fiery rings of stifled madness
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I awoke to a heavenly humming
And traced its golden strand back
To the hands of a princess
Washing a baby
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