Angry Hues Of Love Poem by Molotov Najveci

Silver skies devoured by clouds
rained upon from his blood
preceded by the Spear of Destiny
of which punctured the Glorious
that spread the Golden Showers
of Kindness that raised the First
Two who ignorantly lead us to
damnation in the wild jungle of
serenity that infests the psyche
when psyched by the Slick Trickster
of who envies our flesh that binds
the power of strong will to leap
into the paws of the Savage
guerrilla for protection so that
the leaches won't suck our
greatness of spitting the Royal
Paint onto worthy canvas to
display to the Alpha Cosmos
so Gia can give back unto us
the Gift of Life that produced
the Orange Hens to the Angry
Hues of Love between us